The high brow, classy conversations that happen around here sometimes astound me.
“Just like Daddy!” That’s something I hear a lot of. Every now and then, I’ll remark to Wolf that apparently, my role in our children had nothing to do with actual genetic material, he’s able to basically clone himself, and … Continue reading
I swear, things like adventures in duct tape could only happen at the Non Stepford home. It all started innocently enough. Wolf and I, on our ‘Date Night’ (aka massive grocery shopping trip of the month) stopped in at the … Continue reading
Cherries, cherries everywhere. I’m even seeing them in my dreams. We have a cherry tree in the yard. Awesome right? So awesome.
“You want to what?!” I asked Wolf in horror. Apparently, my husband hates me. Or wants a divorce. Or has a death wish. Or all of the above.