If you’re the parent of small children, take a good look at them.
Hang in there, friends. And quit buying bottled water.
Until this very week, I’ve never been a fan of warm weather.
Last night, I convinced my husband to help me reassemble the crib.
Let’s talk about sex. Ahem. Not real sex, mind you, but literary sex.
I would much rather get things on the table and make things known up front instead of tiptoeing around.
Obviously, it was fantastic.
Is it entirely possible to hide that ugliness inside?
Now, onto things that Mama likes.
Apparently, I have a strong desire to fatten up scientists by feeding them holiday treats.