The food trapped inside my son's strap-on-the-chair booster seat could feed a small, starving nation. (And don't think I don't feel bad about it.)
Just finished re-re-re-reading Anne of Green Gables, and, being a sentimental pile of mush, cried a great a deal. I so identify with Anne. (Go ahead and laugh.) There is one difference between us. She outgrew her freckles. I still have mine.
I keep the cat box next to the laundry in the basement so I am forced to look at it and CHANGE it. You can imagine the lovely effect this has on clothing. Feline Feces Drier Sheets, anyone?
Did I mention I've written a book? And it's 51 days to PUBLICATION. Yes, that's right, it's the final count down (hit the theme music). WHOOHOO. So, if you haven't ordered your copy now, I'd advise you did. Because a) you want to help me create a buzz, b) it really is a very funny book, c) the word is they will sell out instantaneously. (Or was that just a dream...?)