OK, are we on week three or four?
My mama pride rejoices in my sneaky con.
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.
Let me preface this review by stating this is a tough book.
Obviously, it was fantastic.