I know what you're thinking. I do. You're thinking, "Oh shit, now that The Little Mumma is knocked up, all we're going to hear about is constipation and swollen ankles. Borrrr-ing!" And okay, it's true, I have been backed up like a motherfucker. No shit. Literally. But I never get the swollen ankle bit. Oh, […]
Sometimes you just need sweet. Sometimes it's best to stick with loveliness if you can. Because the tiniest bit of sweet and lovely can just lift you. Is Sunday night a low one for you? The end of the weekend blues? Try some of this loveliness courtesy of Melissa at DearBaby. It's just the most […]
It was fucking beautiful hair….
Is anyone else feeling like they need to curl in a ball and sleep for a year? I am about done with winter and ready for a spring breeze to blow through my little world. I am looking forward to wearing thongs again (that's flip flops, people, NOT underwear made of string). Of course, I […]
I hate bananas. And not because they cost a bazillion dollars. For the record, that $17.02 bought me exactly five of the vomitous things. Both my sons adore them but the current prices relegated them to the luxury item category and thus, I removed from the weekly shop. I thought about that a bit and […]
For those of you who don't follow me on Facebook (follow me on Facebook!), today was the day of my bargain colonic irrigation session or as I noted on FB, the day I discover just how full of shit I really am. Dear readers, I found out. Oh, how I found out. Truthfully, I am not […]
Oh sweet Lord, I just lay down with LD to put him to sleep and guess who might have had a little kip as well? I had such plans for productiveness tonight and now all I can think of is my bed. I want to spend some quality time with it tonight. I think I […]
In addition to my own brand of bounce therapy, I find listening to music at a deafening volume an excellent stress-buster. Some days, no sooner than B arrives home from work, I fly out the door under the guise of needing milk/bread/arsenic and in that three minute drive to the supermarket, I sing at the […]
