For a supposed environmentally conscious gal, I get a ridiculous number of magazines. I feel a bizarre mix of guilt and pressure when I see the pile of unread periodicals accumulating next to my sofa. Sure, I could blame it all on Rocco's inability to read the New Yorker with…
Ginny
It's the dawn of a new era. We've said goodbye to Beauregard, and bought a new car. Well, new might not be the best word to describe her. She's a '94 - not exactly fresh of the show room floor, but she's new to us. We decided to name her…
Momma Said
I'm having one of those days. Feeling worthless and without purpose. So of course I decided to scrub the bathroom floor by hand. After conquering a particularly heinous corner behind the commode, I stood up quickly and cracked the ever lovin' bejeezus out of my cranium on the ceramic towel…