My third installment of our adventure in potty training land (read: hell) is up at Pull-Ups Central. Feel free to read about how Wito’s actions caused a potty training expert to use the phrase, “Oh, dear.” Very promising, that kid!
Sarah: “I’m not feeling very well. Mommy has a cold.” Wito: “I want a cold.” Sarah: “No. Trust me, you don’t want a cold. Colds make you sick. You want a stuffed-up nose with boogers?” Wito: “What? NO! I don’t want stuffed-up nose and boogers! I want a COLD. I don’t need boogers.” Sarah: “So […]
Wito’s favorite song of the summer. Sex on Fire from whoorl on Vimeo. Have a fantastic extended weekend!
I realize posts containing actual written content have been a little sparse around here over the past month, and I would love to tell you that I’m enjoying this lovely summer by lounging on the beach and listening to the waves crash onto the shore, BUT that’s not the case. You see, I’m drowning in […]
Last Wednesday, while typing an email at 6:50 in the morning, my computer screen went blank. Blank. Like BLANK BLANK. It is currently receiving some much-needed Mac TLC, but should be back in my shaky (laptop = heroin) little hands by the week’s end. In the meantime, please enjoy a riveting interpretative dance by the […]