It would be just my luck to end up with a 135 pound freak of nature.
I want to teach him all kinds of tricks like shake, roll over, and sploot on command.
Between Bates’s constant rumble of doom, Minx running around a knocking everything off the shelves and almost catching on fire, Scheissehund making up for lost time on my leg, and Chief whimpering in the kennel, I got almost no sleep.
Today I am going to get all the photos and videos up from this year’s Pole Theatre competition and surrounding reindeer games because once tomorrow comes, it’s gonna be a whole new scene. That’s right … Sideboob and I are driving out to Billings, WY to get Chief and I have a feeling that I […]
By “talking me into it” I mean that she posted a picture of her campsite on Facebook with the caption that she was in a great place to see the eclipse and no, she’s not telling you where she is!
I won’t let marital vows stand in the way of my destiny which is to surround myself with fluffy cuteness.
Fingers crossed he will grow to be the perfect 35 pound dog and not a 200 pound freak of nature.
I was like, “HA! BOOBS!” and my kid was like, “Huh? What? Where?” and I pointed out the sticker and he was like, “That’s a face,” and I was like, “Yep, definitely not hitting puberty yet.”
I’ve been doing it for so long that I don’t think much of it other than it is part of my morning and nightly ritual, like brushing my teeth.
Do I miss my kids?