We just moved. Same city, just a little further South. We added a fourth bedroom and it got The Kid into the schools that he wanted to be in (i.e. more POC kids). By just moved, I mean that our garage is filled to the gills with furniture and boxes. There’s nothing new about that, … Continue reading
1. I will cry all the time at the drop of a hat. I cried at church. I cried after watching a viral video of a high school student doing a Michael Jackson dance at a pep rally. I cried in the parking lot of a homeless church. Hopefully, after I meet him, I will cry … Continue reading
You know, when I was younger, I had some strange ideas about birthday parties. When I was 18, a small group of friends and I donned eighties prom dresses climbed into Methuselah, an ancient RV that my parents had co-bought with some family friends, and we drove to eat dinner at El Chico in the … Continue reading
You guys, I have a serious problem. As I sit here writing this, there are four dead plants in my house. And no, I don’t mean in a closet somewhere. I mean I have four dead plants on display in my house. When you come into my breakfast nook, where I have couches instead of … Continue reading
Because I am a a psycho who likes to stress herself out, we hosted a conspiracy dinner a mere week after we moved into our new house. Before the move, I was clipping letters out of magazines to glue onto the invitations whilst I sat among boxes begging to be packed. (Also, the invitations stated … Continue reading
My husband is kind of nerdy. Of course, I love this because it makes him unpretentious, interesting, and a perfect compliment to his wife, who is also a big nerd. We talk about our poor adoptive children who will think that talking in funny voices and breaking out into club dancing (at least a close … Continue reading
I’m in love. With our realtor. She sealed the deal when she asked, “Who’s driving the bus in this decision?” and then secretly pointed at me and mouthed, You, you, you while Alex was hemming and hawing about who makes the financial decisions. This woman gets it. At that point, I said “WHERE’S THE DOTTED LINE … Continue reading
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