Today, we're playing a game of finish this sentence. Unlike my sibling: my house doesn't look like a magazine cover (hers is BEAUTIFUL, by the way, and I'm not at all jealous. Okay, maybe a little). There is a lot of dust and dog hair in the corners, probably at least 9 loads of laundry to be folded, yesterday's dinner might still be on the stove and there is probably a sippy cup somewhere with curdled milk. It's unfortunate, but that's just the way it is. My best friend says: that we should have a slumber party. We haven't done that since high-school and I think we should do it. Is it weird for grown women to abandon their family for the night in favor of cream cheese icing and late night giggles? I think we should rent a hotel room, have a Twilight marathon and eat ourselves ...
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15 Weird Things You’ll Wish You Didn’t Know
on our way home from Panama City Beach the summer after he graduated high-school I read a funny post earlier in the week where the blogger asked her husband for a list of funny / random / unknown facts about her. It kind of made me snort laugh. Not really because of what he said about her, but because I could only imagine what my husband might say about me. I emailed him at work and asked him to compile a list for me. That was my only instruction. I didn't give him any direction about what I wanted, how many or how long they should be or even what topics were off limits. Here is what he had to say (with my commentary, of course): She wants everything to be divisible by the number five. I think we've discussed this before, but let me enlighten you just in case. I have a thing with ...
If you can’t say anything nice
I've been blogging for just over four years and written over one thousand posts. I've shared happy stories, sad stories, embarrassing moments and rants. I realize that I have some readers that I don't know, but for the most part here I'm talking to family and friends. I'm sharing the story of our life, both for people who relate to what it's like raising girls and for those two girls themselves. I can't wait to look back on these posts as a family and laugh about what we were up to when they were little. To talk about their challenges and struggles, to remember family traditions and even blush over embarrassing anecdotes. I don't know about you, but I love poring over yellowed photo albums and seeing pictures of great grandparents, naked babies and panties on my head. Hearing my parents ...