Sundays, typically, are formulaic around here. The formula = complete and total chaos. Whereas Saturdays tend to be more laid back and filled with seeing friends and sleeping in—at least a little bit—Sundays tend to be an up-and-at-’em, go-getter, daylight-wasted-is-gone-forever type of day. One of us is up early to…
So, I saw one of these things circulating on Pinterest. Or possibly Facebook. Or maybe even Twitter. It’s impossible to tell anymore, where I see all of the infographics. They are mixed in with the plethora of someecards (full of “that awkward moment”s and “—said no one, ever”s) and political…
There is really a tremendous amount of gross in my life right now, and we are not talking about my inappropriate thoughts about, um, Ryan Lochte. I’d love to be able to blame it on that whole birthing-three-live-humans thing. And, well, while they are messy and often sticky, I cannot…
