Suburbia
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Marry a Handy Man. Trust Me.
I love many things about Chris – his ability to scratch the exact spot of the itch on my back, the way he stays so calm and collected during a crisis, how he…
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I am Thankful
I am thankful for a roof over my head, a job that makes me happy, and food on our table every night. I am thankful for medical insurance and even more thankful that…
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Happy Hallo-Bean!
Well, Halloween this year was an epic fail on my part. But Bean? He NAILED Halloween this year… He even roared. My favorite part of this particular picture? The toes sticking out at…
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I Broked It.
On Wednesday night, Chris, Bean, and I headed up to the grocery store because the only options we had for dinner were a can of chicken and two slices of cheese. When we…
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The Evolution of a Family Man
When Chris and I were dating, he didn’t have the greatest track record in the loyalty department. In high school, he was my boyfriend by title only, really. If you counted all the…
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A Day at the Dog Park
(Warning: This post is about poop. Lots of poop. Proceed at your own risk. Just be thankful that my camera cord is still missing and so I don’t have any pictures to share.)…
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On the Sunny Side of the Street (Freaking Finally!)
Well, ain’t it nice to see you all again! I have missed you! But I had a much needed little time-out with the fam and we are all in a much better place…
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The Sacrificial Laundry Wench
Laundry is my nemesis. It’s like the house guest that just won’t leave. I stumble over it. Climb over it. Cry over it. And, yet, it continues to sit there in gigantic piles…
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The Sweetest Reason for Divorce
The other morning at 7:30, Bean came toddling into my bedroom. He had his two golf clubs with him, as always, and he used them to poke me awake. Then he broke into…