I am now the proud owner of this bad boy:
ETA: THERE WAS WINE. I am shocked. There was also spanakopita. All is right with the world.
My family is Pennsylvania German. We don't do Mardi Gras; we do Fasnacht Day.
My house is sixty years old this year! Let's share some inanity.
Little Tyrant was crying for no reason at all, so I sat down at the piano after months of not playing. I was so rusty! My dogs weren't thrilled, but the music placated the baby enough for him to fall asleep.
When does my official GT membership card arrive in the mail?
Has it been long enough since the last GT makeup discussion? I hope so, because my makeup desperately needs refreshing and I want your input.
I've lived in my 60 year old house for almost three years now. Aside from occasional moments where you feel like someone is standing right behind you in the upstairs hallway and an occasional errant thump not explained by the dogs, it's pretty normal.
Trigger warning: babies, hospitals, mental illness.
The second most glorious thing about being a teacher is encouraging civic responsibilities. My students will tell you I beat the VOTE! drum constantly.
Baby Aquitaine is imminent.
A final pregnancy/breastfeeding/spawning post before I finally get this kid out of me.
Have we talked about this yet?*
I'm sitting here on the couch minding my own business when a yellow jacket careens into my ear, falls into my tank top, and stings me between the boobs.
I'm going to talk about pregnancy, mental illness, and overshare about my innards.
If you are grossed out by medical stuff, this is not the post for you.
Some crowdsourcing please?
My husband and I added to our list of life lessons this evening when we tried to bathe both pit bulls at the same time. Not that this would be mainpaged, but no mainpage.
The point is that before extended weekends, my work-related anxiety usually kicks up a notch. Did I unplug the thing? Did I lock the whatever? Should I have reported x y or z to so and so to avoid the apocalypse? It kicks in a few hours after I leave work.