Lets face it: From time to time, all moms deserve to cheat a little. Sure, I want the little people to walk away from the dinner table satisfied, just with a whole lot less effort on my part occasionally. This little maneuver typically transpires when the hubby is away on business. I guess it is […]
I would like to think that my opinion about potluck celebrations is more of a public service announcement, rather then a deplorable and oppressive assessment. True, I might have had my first experience with violent and agonizing food poisoning
I have got to stop listening to talk radio; it only provokes me to do irrational things that I later question. No, I am not building a bunker under my garage, this is worse… much worse. I planted fruit trees!