Then you’re going to have to be content with a thousand words.
‘Cause I got no pictures.
What a week.
I blame the baby. She started off the week sick and decided to cry off and on during the night a few times, sleep in our bed a few times, kick people in the face a few times [...]
Entries Tagged as ‘Oversharing’
October 30, 2009
If a picture is worth a thousand words…
October 26, 2009
You know that saying, “People who live in glass houses, shouldn’t throw stones”?
I take it literally.
Very literally.
October 21, 2009
Curse you all-glass, totally see-through front doors!
We were sitting down to breakfast the Saturday before last.
The dog started barking.
Mr. French went to the door.
They appeared to be either sales people or Jehovah’s Witnesses.
I was wearing this.
I really wanted to take a shower.
My bedroom is on the other side of the all-glass, totally see-through front doors.
August 10, 2009
Wow, who knew sugar was so flammable?
Let’s just say, I’m easily distracted.
I was cleaning up the breakfast dishes around 11 am after being distracted by this fascinating book earlier, when I noticed the syrup was a little low. So I decided to make some more.
As I was measuring the water (after already measuring the sugar), I got distracted and added too [...]
May 21, 2009
Too much information
The following is a dramatization of an actual event. No blues musicians were injured during the filming.
May 1, 2009
Maybe it’s a sign?
So, last week I borrowed a friend’s sewing machine and patched up 9 pairs of little boy jeans, 1 pair of Mr. French’s (one hole in the knee), one pair of mine (um, one hole not in the knee), and a sheet with a little hole in it.
Let’s review:
The boys have had their jeans for [...]
January 21, 2009
A tag!
I’ve been tagged by my pregnancy twin*/best commenter, Anne. (Not to be exclusive or anything, but she definitely would win the ‘Most prolific commentator on that Moving blog’ bloggy badge.) (If I gave out those kind of awards.) (Or knew how to make bloggy badges.) (Which I don’t.) (But maybe I should.) (But I’d have [...]



