Dad’s New Girlfriend
(And no, I’m not talking about my dad.) The more astute readers amongst you might have guessed that Monday’s post wasn’t actually about “my friend.” It…
The Aliens Are Coming For Me
As if I didn’t have enough on my mind with tomorrow’s trip to Boston with The Wedding Date, E.T. is sad at me. I know this…
Bouncing Off the Walls
Three year olds are like beach balls. They’re round and bright and colorful and when you release them into a hallway, they basically just roll around…
Who Knew a Hula Hoop Could Get You Fired?
Well folks, I still haven’t heard from Date #7 (and seeing as we’re supposed to be meeting for the first time on Friday afternoon and spending…
Songs for Suicide: The Tummy Tango
I have come to the conclusion that as long as I work at The School, I’m going to be sick. It doesn’t matter how many vitamins…
