We are headed to Oklahoma tomorrow for a 96-hour Wito bonanza. By God, if one sick person tries to touch or hold him, I will throw down out on the chilly lawn of dead grass. How’s that for Christmas spirit? Germy selfish people + Whoorl = UFC Abundant snark from the trip coming your way […]
Many of you have asked how I’ve been adapting to this whole working mom gig. I’d love to spill my guts to you all in painstaking detail, but for now, this photo should answer that question. This is what Wito had to wear yesterday after realizing I hadn’t done his laundry since returning to work. […]
I can’t believe it…4 months old. Jesus, what a geezer. I never planned to be a monthly-baby-updater-person, but I just realized that if I don’t document here, it will definitely be lost in the dusty recesses of my noggin forever. So, essentially, this is more for me than you. Feel free to vomit from boredom. […]
You’ll take away the biggest part of me OOOH OOOOH OOOOOOOH NO, baby please don’t go If you leave me now, you’ll take away the very heart of me OOOH OOOOH OOOOOOH NO, baby please don’t go Please envision