The M Word

Apparently it's going to take me more than three months to not squirm at the "m word."  And no, I don't mean moist. So.  I've been a...*cough*...a mo...*swallow*...a moth...*cough, cough*...a mothe...*ahem*...a MOTHER (there I said it!) for three months.  Three months.  THREE.  MONTHS.  (Hey, Jenny Slater.) Also?  Please don't expect…

Perfection

Well damnit, I'm still tired and crabby.  Even after spending the morning scouring the internet and reading my favorite blogs, I'm not cheered up.  Seems like everyone is wallowing in a little funk.  So I'm guessing maybe you need a little pick me up, too.  That's why I'll tell you…