Women are Scary. (You may see that I capitalized Scary, because it’s just that important. All my editing experience goes out the window when emphasizing blanket statements on my blog.) So, just to reiterate: Women are Scary. I realize that this means that I, too, am scary. Everyone who lives or has lived with me (shout […]Read More women are scary (and another giveaway, boom!)
If you’ve ever done a drop-by at our house, you know that there’s sure to be toys scattered on the floor, dishes piled in the sink and probably one child without pants on. And I think I’m okay with that. Because I can go downstairs to the playroom and be served plastic potatoes from my […]Read More quiet down, cobwebs & dust go to sleep. i'm rocking my baby & babies don't keep.