Did I ever tell you my dad once bought himself a #1 GRANDDAD coffee cup? He did. It was back when my parents lived locally, and my kids were their only grand kids. My dad slurped steam off his coffee once when I went to visit, and right there, big
When I was seeing a therapist, I eventually confessed to her that I have no ego strength. If someone tells me I suck, I’m all, “I suck? OK, yeah, I can see what you mean. Lemme see what I can do to fix that.” Someone tells me I am awesome?
Every time I reread the last post (no matter which post happens to be last these days) I think: Fuckit in a Bucket, next post I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL HAVE MY SENSE OF HUMOR BACK. I will post Kim Kardashian Peeps (bunny body, duckface made from a an
This morning started with one of my children making a bowl of cereal for breakfast. 75%-25% milk-cereal ratio. With 100% of the last of our milk. She proceeded to skim Cheerios off the milk pool-boy style, before dumping the entirety of the cereal-dust-impregnated milk down the sink. All this happened
It’s getting harder and harder to write all this down. Mostly because there’s so much happening so fast, I know I’m not processing too well. I’m scared I’ll never make sense of it if I don’t have some way to remember it. But even the act of writing it down