So I’m texting with my very best favorite person in my universe. Of the many things my cousin did right in his life, marrying his wife so we could be the best of the best is the top 1 of my list. She’s in California and I am currently
Open Letter to Old Jolly Saint Nick.
Dear Santa, Hey Santa. My kid. She’s 10 this year. I know it’s not even Thanksgiving, but you have Christmas sh*t out all over the place. We have to talk about this. Now. Help a mother out! When do I tell her? Or more like, when do I answer
Those times I tried a Haunted House.
Wah-Baby here. Don’t invite me to anything scary. Yah, no. Just don’t. I’m the biggest Wah-baby on the planet. Halloween pranksters would have a field day with me. I hate EVERYTHING scary about Halloween. However, I love decorating (how “scary” is my window?) and making cute little craft things for
Puberty is a Punny Thing.
I.Just.Can’t.Somedays. It’s really happened. I mean, it’s been happening. My Lil Rambler isn’t so “Little” anymore. I should have been more on my game when her pediatrician said at her 9 year old check up last year…well, she’s starting puberty. She’s in stage two. I’m sorry…shes in what? There are