It’s not that I don’t want you to poop, it’s that I don’t want to see or pick up your poop.
EG, Shit that happens
September 29, 2014
I am sitting in my dumpster on a brown toilet. Life is good. You see it is good because: a. We owned a brown toilet that is now in a dumpster, and b. Once they destroy our house, they are planning to put it back together all pretty like. I get a bit giddy......
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There are days when I choose to wear workout gear because I don’t want to wear a bra (and still want to be held in) but I don’t want to work out either. There are days when I catch up on tv because there is chocolate in the cupboard that needs to be eaten.......
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A comment left on a blog post I wrote recently had me thinking way too much about spiders especially since I locked the dead birthday vermin in the attic. So my recent top-of-mind discussion with Mister was really important. Me: You know we are never more than 6 feet from a spider? Mister: That’s......
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I have the luxury to be able to stay home with the kids. When they are at school I dabble on the computer when I am not doing groceries, making dinner, walking the dog, doing the laundry… There are lots of reasons why I would recommend my lifestyle to anyone. I get to choose to talk......
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I have learned to co-exist with racoons in my trash. They can scrounge all they want as long as they close the lid and don’t make a mess of our walkway. Can I get them to teach my son to close the lid? But this is war. A few nights ago I heard someone walking......
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