Here are some of the darndest things my eldest has come up with in the past few weeks.
Tonight, my husband posed one of those husbandly questions that had the potential to take a turn south.
Even though Czechoslovakia isn’t a country anymore, I love to announce that I’m half-Czechoslovakian.
Before starting, I did what every wise baker should do and actually took the time to read over the recipe. And what I found made me very nervous.
I never expected to have imaginary friends living in my house. I mean, I had kids, so I always knew it’d generally be a possibility. But, apparently, it’s now a reality.
I can’t risk the possibility that a teeny, tiny child of mine was conceived but not allowed to grow.
Since I have a few books I’m dying to read, I thought I’d share those most-anticipated titles with you.
I’m very good at starting DIY projects. I can run that Visa, support Hobby Lobby, and leave a bag of supplies sitting on my dining room table better than anyone I know. However, it’s the finishing with which I take issue. Also, I appear to spend more money on a DIY project than simply purchasing the…
I’ve seen cultural references to Frankenstein my whole life, as the monster is a very common figure to emulate, imitate, and replicate. For the life of me, though, I can’t understand how we got it all wrong?
With this beautiful time of year comes an unavoidable tradition: Mass offerings (and consumption) of holiday treats. In response to all of these homemade goodies, I’ve discovered a new irrational fear.