I love my children, but there are only so many times I can listen to my two-year-old sing the “Peepee poopy buttface doodee” song before I start wishing for a nice getaway with the hubby. With his work schedule and the kids’ school schedule, we’re not going anywhere anytime
Since I love love stories, and since I love funny stories, and since I hope you all love the same, today I’m sharing how my hubby and I first met, and I hope you’ll share back how you met your significant other!
A Brief History:
I grew up in central Illinois. Hubby grew up in St. Louis.
Raise your hand if you’re kinda shy.
Me too. It makes parties hard, especially parties in new places with new people, and especially if I’ve spent too many days alternating between talking only to my family and the imaginary people in my head. Oh, and the cats. I totally talk to the cats
The hubby and I were talking about some articles going around Facebook and Twitter last week, which led to me mentioning this speech Ashton Kutcher gave at the Teen Choice Awards a few months back. Hubby hadn’t seen it, so we watched it together.
Even on a second watch, it was so great that
You know those nights when you’re on Weight Watchers and your kids are beating one another and the baby’s teething and your bathtub is full of laundry waiting to be folded and your husband has all the wine hidden somewhere because, “there’s not a good place to store it in the
“When the boys and I were at the zoo today, we saw a chimpanzee that looked like Buttercup.”
Okay, I suppose I see the resemblance to my baby girl. She does like to grab her feet like that.
Well played, dear husband of mine. Well played. I suppose I won’t hide your bacon this time.
In other news, this was a crazy busy exciting week for my writer friends and
Welcome to my biscuit cheat sheet. Today, we’ll be discussing making quick biscuits from scratch. But first, you all have to swear not to tell Jackson’s momma. You swear? Promise? Pinky promise?
Moving right along.
Preheat your oven, then toss all your dry ingredients and your butter
After last week’s discovery of this bacon costume, I’ve had bacon on my mind.
I have bacon on my mind pretty much all the time. I mean, it’s bacon. How do you spell yummy? B-A-C-O-N.
In fact, in honor of bacon, today’s pick for my Fantasy Boyfriend League