They Ate My Breakfast

My family tends to inhale food, without considering that other folks might be mentally planning to indulge themselves as well. Take muffins, for example. I’m not supposed to eat gluten, but I do anyways, upon occasion. I get hungry, dang … Continue reading

Finder of All The Things!

I swear, in my family, that’s a title I have: Finder of ALL THE THINGS! I’m not sure how exactly it happened, but somehow, I’m the one they turn to when they misplace something. Is it an additional role I … Continue reading

Just Like Daddy

“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

Adventures In Duct Tape

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