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Recently, I was in the awkward position (pun intended—you’ll get it soon) of not wanting to tell the Urgent Care doctor exactly how I injured

I read a lot of books. Actually, that might be a bit of an understatement. I’m an insatiable reader and frequently spend my time reading

This week was “Graduation Week” at a bunch of local schools. My kids aren’t graduating from any milestone grade this year, but I still tear up

Erin describing The Hunger Games to Colin: “It’s like Dancing with the Stars. Except there are no couples. And a bunch of people can die on

Dan (heading to the bank): “Do you need any money?” Me: “Nah, I raided your wallet this morning.” Dan: “Oh. Okay… Then *I* need money.”

Every year I make a gigantic vat of meat sauce with the tomatoes from my garden. I freeze the sauce in small batches so I

Colin: “Mom. I’ve got a problem.” Me: “What’s up?” Colin: “Well, my penis keeps sticking out of my underwear.” Me: “Oh. That is a problem.

While shampooing his hair: Colin: “It smells tasty, but it’s not.”

I found a black hair on my nipple* last week. A coarse black hair. On my nipple. Not one that was from another region and

I got carded today while buying some booze. That, of course, is always a good thing. But better than just a good thing, after I

Getting Colin dressed in his pajamas: Me: “Look at you! Snug as a bug in a rug!” Colin: “No…I’m snug as a boy in a

The Fat-Blasting Dance Mix DVD just gave me 50 whole minutes to remember why I exercise in the privacy of my own home. That wasn’t