I fell in love with the movies in the summer of 1982 when my mom drove around town picking up my friends to take us all to see ET for my birthday. It was brutally hot (because it was August in Georgia) and I was so excited to be riding in a car with several … Continue reading Best Mom Tip #142: Go to the movies
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Best Mom Tip #141: Get a lucky number
WARNING: This is not particularly funny. More schmaltzy, with a touch of melodrama.Yesterday Jay and I celebrated our 13th wedding anniversary on the 13th of the month. Traditionally, 13 has had a somewhat sordid past. Hotels avoid a 13th floor and Friday the 13th can apparently cause the mass murders of stupid teenagers. I think … Continue reading Best Mom Tip #141: Get a lucky number
Best Mom Tip #139: Repeat what SHE said
Have you ever seen The Office? Of course you have. You don't live under a rock, for heaven's sake. Then you've also seen Michael Scott say, "that's what she said." It's an adolescent sexual innuendo joke that Jay and I use. A lot. I mean a lot, a lot. Here are some examples:Me: (talking about … Continue reading Best Mom Tip #139: Repeat what SHE said
Best Mom Tip #133: DIY no matter what
Jay and I are going to star in our own reality TV show. It is called "F#@%' Home Improvement?" The question mark is what really sets it apart from other shows with similar content. It will involve us beginning projects on a whim without a budget, plan of attack, or any assessment of what we … Continue reading Best Mom Tip #133: DIY no matter what
Best Mom Tip #119: Moisturize your feet
Please enjoy an excerpt from my new romance novel, The Throbbing Heart....I lay in the center of the big bed enjoying the cocoon-like feel of the plush bedding. Jay entered the room and began shedding his clothing as he walked to the bed. He slid under the covers, curving around my back and wrapping his … Continue reading Best Mom Tip #119: Moisturize your feet
I choose…not to yell.
I went into labor with my son 11 days after my due date. In August. In Atlanta. I outweighed my husband and was pretty close to edging out my brother who is a very large, very fit cop. I was swollen, grumpy, and verrrrrrry puffy. When I finally went into labor it was late at … Continue reading I choose…not to yell.