
I love eggs.

The poor dog was the one left behind in the week’s activities. She has outgrown her crate and can’t be trusted inside, so she spends her days tearing up the backyard.

I’m still grumpy, I’m still anxious, and nobody wants to hear all that.

The fringe is now officially returning as a drama-free zone.

Generous offers to help unpack the Mike’s filled my inbox yesterday, and I thank you for that.

What did I do the very first weekend without my baby and the puppy?

There are so many of you with the best blog post ideas. I click on them in Twitter because I think the disparity between my clicking on your links and your not clicking on mine is hilarious.