How to Make Bacon Pancakes (and Avoid Breakfast Pornography)
It’s no secret that Mr. Foxy and I love bacon. We have a pretty steamy love affair going on in this house. We make bacon at
It’s no secret that Mr. Foxy and I love bacon. We have a pretty steamy love affair going on in this house. We make bacon at
Every once in awhile I am inspired to write a haiku. I mean, I’m no Suburban Haiku—not by a long shot. But I just discovered
Last summer, my mom was complaining about a bad smell coming from under her house. She complains about a lot of things so I didn’t
Getting out of the car after school: Colin: “What is the time?” Me: “Time to get ill!” Colin: “Mom. That is the answer to the
In the car on the way to school: Me: “It’s going to be a <VERBALJAZZHANDS>GREAT</VERBALJAZZHANDS> day! What are you most looking forward to today?” Erin:
Spoiler alert! If you haven’t read about Day 1 and Day 2, go do that now. I’ll wait. On the last morning in Vegas, again
Wait…have you read about Day 1 yet? Go do that first. Waking up in Las Vegas on Day 2 was a bitch. A BITCH. Most of
I spent last weekend in Vegas celebrating two of my closest friends’ 40th birthdays. I should preface this by saying that I hate Vegas. HATE.
In the car waiting for my daughter Erin to finish piano lessons: Colin: “I’m really not looking forward to 2016.” Me: “Really? Why not?” Colin:
One day last week as we were driving home from school: Me: “Okay, when we get home, first you need to wash your hands. And
My daughter Erin gave me a wonderful present for my last birthday. Along with a beautiful handmade card, she gifted me a generous coupon that
In the car, driving home from the orthodontist’s office: Me: “So, kids, on the way home we’re going to make a stop at the pharmacy.”
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