I was cleaning the stove, and off to my right, I hear my son say "Fuck". Nothing else. Just fuck ( Read more... )

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I was on a roll with my exercises. But I gradually derailed myself. First, my husband and I went to NYC to visit some friends of his. It was so much fun, and all the food was amazing. But I had delegated those days "Free days", and so I ate what I wanted, when I wanted. I gained two pounds. I got back into my routine and the extra two just ( Read more... )

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So, I recently became a victim of the this devilish virtual scrap booking extravaganza, and I must say...it's fuckin' awesome. Is it wrong that it gives me a deep sense of aesthetic pleasure to see all the pretty pictures I've collected, all categorized in their proper folder? I'm a collect-o-maniac. I think that's the technical term. Anyways, ( Read more... )

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I know that my children are only doing it, because they're four. It's developmentally appropriate for them to ask a million questions. They're trying to understand the world around them. But WOW does it make me want to stick fucking forks in my ears ( Read more... )

I just had an epiphany. My children are crazy people. I knew that, but now I know where one mysterious portion comes from ( Read more... )