April 7, 2013
When it is all over, you won’t believe what a big deal it was. By Sunday night it’ll just be a story that you tell your friends and other parents and blog about and it’s a blip, an anecdote, an “you-don’t-say?” But on Sunday morning, when you tell your son that his baseball bag is […]
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October 1, 2012
Saturday night  is Husbandrinka’s turn to cook which means that at 7 pm I’m starving and he’s saying things like “any ideas about dinner?”  Needless to say I am too weak to answer so I just shoo the flies away from landing on my lip. “Why don’t we go out to eat?” he suggests after […]
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