It was crazy hair day at school again. In the past, we’ve had some really creative crazy hair. So I anticipated a mad rush for a comb and some random accessories yesterday morning. Instead, my son let me know he had it handled.
He grabbed some black felt, and some yellow self-adhesive foam (inexpensive at . . . → Read More: Super Fast Crazy Hair
“You would understand humor better if you were a kid.”
This is the first time that I’ve experienced my three children attending three different schools. Aside from feeling like I’m a never-ending chauffeur, there is the rapid-fire fundraisers going on. Which means that this week our doorbell rings every half-hour from 3-9 p.m. It’s gotten so bad, hubby wants me to hang this sign:
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It’s that time of year again.
That time of year when you pull out the gloves because the morning air is crisp and chilly. And every year, you find that the gloves escaped your organized winter bin and ended up in various places in the house. Once gathered, you find that there is not one . . . → Read More: Time of Year