“Honey, pass the peas, please…. Bucket Head, stop licking your pork chop!… Who set the table? Nice job on the napkins, Mini-Me…. Oh, I forgot to tell you, Vincent has a band concert on Thursday; can you get home early?… Hey you guys, who wants Mommy to have another baby?”
“MEEEEEEEEEEE!” the kids all screamed simultaneously while my husband’s eyeballs popped out of his skull and rolled into his mashed potatoes.
Did I really just say that? Out loud?
And my kids actually WANT me to have another baby?
What the what?!
I’m 43 years old. My husband had a vasectomy nanoseconds after Bucket Head’s birth. I have no business thinking about another baby.
And yet, I do. I think about it. Continue reading
Receiving a call from your child’s teacher at 7:30 a.m. is rarely a good thing.
And learning that your six-year-old son won’t stop crying is not the kind of news any parent ever wants to hear.
But realizing that the reason he’s crying is because of me? That, my friends, is a game changer. Continue reading
Sorry to have been such a stranger lately. I’ve been working on some interesting new stories that I hope to be posting next week.
But until then…
Tomorrow’s the big day: my Georgia Book Tour Party! If you are in the area and can join us, please come on over — we’d love to see you.
Here’s a link to the coffee shop: OVR Coffee Café. It’s located next to Joseph & Friends hair salon in Vickery Village.
I’m so excited I’ll probably be wearing an adult diaper under my dress. Hug me at your own risk.
Do you love reading? Enjoy free stuff? Well a bunch of your favorite bloggers have joined together to bring you the hugest giveaway on the innerwebz and you are not going to believe this prize package. Continue reading
I’ve been pounding the pavement a lot lately doing a media blitz to promote In The Powder Room’s new humor anthology, “You Have Lipstick on Your Teeth.” (Which is now available for purchase on ALL THE THINGS.)
Just between us chickens, it has been a very eye-opening experience.
The thing is, I really love to write. Writing is my jam, yo.
But talking? With my mouth? To other people? About myself? Eh… not so much.
You see, when I talk, especially about myself, I usually say the wrong things. Sometimes I can actually see the words tumbling out of my mouth while my brain is shouting in slow-motion, “Nooooooooooooooooooooooo. ABORT ABORT ABORT. SELF DESTRUCTION MODE ACTIVATED.” Continue reading
Bucket Head and I had our first Tiger Cub Den Meeting last week. We decided to pose for a few quick photos on our way out the door.
Personally, I find anyone in uniform hard to resist.
Apparently, Bucket Head does not.