i pay my son for every time he kicks the ball in soccer. i lock myself in the bathroom and cry ‘stomach ache’ just to get a little down time. i was in St. Lucia when Emily turned 7. i let the kids eat in the family room because i’m…
phone karma. make fun of your dinky little phone and it will hide your messages from you and then, all of a sudden, it will be all “hey, dude, you have 29 messages!” and i really wish that 29 was an exaggeration. it’s not. this morning i had 29 phone…
so..right…remember when i tried to pack for blogher? and then i added two more pairs of shoes…and another dress to this pile?? well, in the end, i probably didn’t even wear 1/8 of what i brought. and what i did wear was mostly covered the entire time with the Old…
