The husband destroys another piece of clothing.

I am surrounded by creative and talented women.

Sing that in your head.

The rare day when a trip to town doesn’t make me want to scream.

Christ didn’t wear polyester.

This might be one of those brilliant ideas of mine that blows up in my face.

The chickens are very appreciative of all this extra protein.

Is blogging dead?

It’s that post-traveling avalanche of blog posts again…

I don’t remember signing up to be the head zookeeper for all this wildlife.