• Furbabies
  • I Wish I Was Joking

    The Boy and I think we’re getting sick. No surprise, really, after a marathon weekend of, well, a marathon and travel. But who has time to be sick? So I’m sitting here drinking my first cup of coffee, hoping that it purges the illness. Meanwhile, the furbabies are impatiently awaiting treats from mama. And, I wish I […]

  • Furbabies
  • A Poll

    The Boy and I had a debate this weekend, and we’ve decided to put it up for a vote. Who is more ridiculous? The furbaby that refuses to move when mama is making up the bed, or the mama that caves and lets the furbaby stay until she’s ready to get up? Sound off.