Holy old cheezits. It’s happened. My Diva is sixteen years old. I truly don’t know where the time has gone.
Ah, yes. As is typical NASL style, it’s never possible to get everything done at once, because organization is NOT one of my many talents, so here’s the Halloween Aftermath. So, I finally got a pic of Diva in her … Continue reading
Alrighty. I originally planned to do a follow up on the Holiday Hell post. That WAS the intention. WAS being the operative word. Then Diva left her laptop unattended this morning. On the kitchen table. … Continue reading
Every now and then, I get to torment the teen…and life is good. See, Diva, as teen girls often do, has discovered the joys of chatting on the phone. … Continue reading
I swear, normal families don’t have these discussions. There I was, innocently wasting time on a Facebook game, when my hearing suddenly kicked in. See, I have Mom hearing. I can tune things out, unless they’re something my brain deems … Continue reading