Clean My Ride

My car, the family truckster, is a cross between a trash can on wheels, a lost and found, and roughly 75% of the SKUs found in the Lunchbox/Snack aisle of Target. There are parts where it's difficult to see the floor anymore. Cup holders have become a 7-layer dip of various pieces of garbage. If … Continue reading Clean My Ride

Birthday Hangover

We sang. We celebrated. And we ate cake. So much cake. My run through the birthday gauntlet is now complete and I have approximately a month to recuperate before I have to start Christmas shopping, decorating, and Pinning mischievous and elaborate set-ups for the Elf on the Shelf that I so stupidly brought into our lives. Last … Continue reading Birthday Hangover