**gloating alert** Whose husband returned from the flower market with this bouquet for Valentine’s Day? And, might I add, took the time to handpick each and every flower instead of having some stranger create it? That would be MINE! **gloating alert**
You decide. Did you see the Parade of Athletes last night? I tried my hardest to focus on the individual athletes and comradery, but my brain couldn’t get past the music. Why the American Disco? Are these songs just becoming popular in Torino? Did the Olympic Committee brainstorm for months, only to decide that American […]
Welcome to my world. Put up your feet and watch the Food Network with me! Don’t be afraid of the productive coughing, the humidifier, snotty tissues and bad attitude. It’s fun here! I promise! – photo by the miserable husband who desperately wants to escape
I had a bizarro dream last night. I blame my raging sinus infection. The pressure in my cranium is so intense, it is forcing neuron synapses in my dream sector, resulting in Rawwwrrr, PPD (Pregnancy Porn Dreams)! Oh, the google searches that will ensue! Ok, it really wasn’t a porn dream, but it was beyond […]
First and foremost, I’m trying not to be the “I told you so” type, but to all my family and close friends, I TOLD YOU SO! I knew it. I knew it. I knew it! Mama Whoorl is quite intuitive, folks. Too bad Papa Whoorl didn’t possess the same instincts. Ok, the time has come! […]