Harry Times...All Jacked Up

So much has happened in our boring little lives since last Thursday. Ben got his face re-broken. We had a fantastically dorky date night f...

According to Wikipedia (oh would my students be proud of me or what? I began my research inquiry with a rigorous google search, too, becaus...

I never wanted to be a stay-at-home mom, that's important to note. What I wanted to be was a soap opera actress. It wasn't even, r...

The weekly menu and cooking dinner ahead? Would go way smoother if we didn't break the grill tonight replacing the propane tank. We coo...

When Ben picked me up at BlogHer (curbside service-- he also dropped me off-- love that guy), we spent a crabby half an hour running around ...

Ben is at the plastic surgeon no doubt ogling giant fake boobs in the waiting room and hoping against hope that someone is there for her pos...

Tonight, I was cleaning the kitchen like always and heard Ben, Harry, and Jack screaming with laughter upstairs, like always. There were a ...