Week before last, I had a flat tire on the way home from school (I couldn't figure out why the car was going thud over every bump in a way that jarred the car. I pulled off to check and, sure enough, flat tire ( Read more... )

My son is playing with (evil-fakey-vanilla-smelling) blue playdough. It's supposed to stay on the table, not the rug. (Duh ( Read more... )

Elf, as I'm sure folks have noticed in photos, has A Blankie. It is (when it's clean, which isn't often) pink. Husband heard a hue and cry of, "My blankie! My blankie!" in meltdown tones this morning and went to find that Foster Doggie Smokey (who's here till Saturday on his way through to his home) had decided that tug of war with The Blankie ( Read more... )