'Tis the week before Thanksgiving and it is still so hot here. Not just "unseasonably warm" but "record breaking heat" hot. It makes it hard to think holiday thoughts. I'm waiting for the eBay shipment of four footed pajamas that we need for the winter, but it's starting to seem like winter will never come. Like the Heat Miser has a grudge against us or we're living in the opposite of Narnia waiting for the White Witch to save us from the wildfires.
We've got the wading pool up in the backyard and the kids were playing with squirt guns today (or as non-weapons Mommy is trying to call them "water squirters." It is not catching on.)
I'm in the process of making the ever popular photo calendars, but there is a serious dearth of scenes autumnal or wintry.
Here’s to Colleen Ballinger who shares the truth about new motherhood on Twitter. (It’s sticky and smells like baby pee and mold.) - Every time I hear someone complain about social media, or how they’re quitting this platform or that because of “all the negativity,” I can’t help but thin...
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