Has survived two snowstorms
I don't know what it's called, but I know how it makes me feel, and every time I look out the kitchen window and see it I have to physically restrain myself from running out, plucking it out of the ground and rubbing it all over my naked body. I don't know if I've mentioned this already, but I can't wait for warmer weather.
Heather talks about public tantrums (from kids) on today's Momversation.
- Bedtime, Leta lingering defiantly in the hallway. Jon: "If you want fart stories, you better get in bed RIGHT NOW."
- RIP Louis Mortimer Armstrong: http://bit.ly/1R4tv6
- Hugs and kisses to you, too! RT: @Monkey_Tree: @dooce he probably committed suicide because he was tired of LISTENING TO YOU WHINE.
