Really, it could happen to anyone. You could conceivably get very stoned and hide your marijuana in a really great hiding place. Then, the next day, when you are not stoned, you might forget where that really great hiding place is. But it could be worse, because your whole upstairs might stink like weed, and
I know a few bloggers who fancy themselves citizen journalists. It takes a lot of work to be a journalist. I often stop bleeds for my children, administer medication and homespun remedies, but still I am not a citizen medic. I’m just a Mom. Bloggers have immense value as we offer commentary, opinion and enlightenment.
Remember how Jane wanted to read Breaking Dawn? Well, today she asked me again, we were in the car. Jane and I were in the front seat and Alexander in the middle back. A nice little triangle. Jane asked me if I’d come to any conclusion about her reading Breaking Dawn. I told her that
Yes, I’m on the show tomorrow. Please set your DVR, or better yet, watch live. That’s me looking tired. TV is exhausting.
I can’t really storytell, as I’d like to, so I’ll give y’all a rundown of my day yesterday. It was quite a day. I started, as usual getting up a bit before seven, breakfast and lunches for the kids, and then driving them to school at 8. By 8.30 I was back home making beds,
Right now, my Mom is home with my kids and I’m at the PBS press day. Jane and Alexander are absolutely thrilled to have an afternoon with Granny, and I’m enjoying an afternoon with adults. My Mother is soon to hear a phone message that will make her heart sink, and she will be too