Those who’ve read Rule 7 of You Cannot Be Serious won’t be surprised by the story I’m about to tell.
It’s been, like, 9 months since I last got my haircut, and it’s time. It’s past time, in fact.
Unfortunately, The Guru had nothing available but a noon slot today which, as all mothers know, is the most inopportune time to have to take 5 children anywhere, let alone a hair salon.
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Here are 2 widely circulated photos the demonstrate the supposed reality that boys need moms. And 5 demonstrating that, even with a (mostly) fantastic mom, when raising boys some things are inevitable.
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I’ve mentioned before that we invent words in our house. I’ve been doing it since…well…forever. I invented the word “nervousing.” So the next time someone around you says it, and then asks, “Is that a word?”, you can confidently respond, “Yes, it is. Elizabeth said so.”
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The following is so absurd it leaves me speechless. And it leaves this post title-less.
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