When little things mean a lot.

It’s the little things that’ll get you.This morning hubby woke me up early. Like super, duper, I’d-Rather-Be-Dead-Than-Awake-Right-Now early. He had missed the bus and I would I mind if he took the car? (Answer; No. Shut up and go away.) Now, I... Read more...'

Playin’ hooky.

Yesterday I played hooky. It was purely medicinal, I assure you. I’m not sure if the cold weather induced isolation has led to cabin fever, or if the constant demands of five children have driven me around the bend, but Wednesday after the kids left for school,... Read more...'

Yes, we have no Bananas….sniff.

So, I didn’t tell you about our New Year’s eve. We spent it with some dear friends in St. Paul. During the course of the evening we began talking about hubby’s conviction that we are running out of oil, at which point people began adding their own... Read more...'

Pin It on Pinterest