It seems many things in life happen gradually. Sneaking slowly up on you and then yelling boo! This happens in my life all the time. Most recently in my shower.
The flu is brutal. It can lay you low for awhile. And when you do get up, you feel like a wrung washcloth that is dehydrated and limp.
Sometimes a dog you are babysitting is intent on escaping from your fenced back yard.
Sometimes you almost miss your plane, but in the process, you gain a story.
When I knock on the door of my dad's bedroom in the middle of the night and he asks me what I want. All I can manage to say is, I have a surprise for you.
Why are we all born with one fatal flaw? The worry flaw. The need to worry about anything and everything.
If Momma delays dinner and eats after the hoards, all that is left is salsa salad.
Communication can be hard. And sometimes we are both talking about different things and thinking we are on task, when we are not.
Sometimes the problem you are describing to customer service is so weird, they don't believe you.
You never know the results of a Chinese Fire Drill, until you do one!
When it sounds like a cannon being fired from a roof, it is often something entirely different.
Somethings are better left unsaid. Here are some of those key phrases.
My life is full of making mistakes, or what my daughter and I refer to as 'pulling a Theresa.'
For little boys, sometimes the grass is greener in the yard, and they feel their duty is to douse it, and douse it good.
Sometimes we deliberately hide things, and sometimes it is purely accidental.
When our toilet seat breaks, my son and I invent the traveling toilet seat plan.
Sometimes the more we plan, the more Murphy and life's hick-ups disrupt our plans.
Sometimes when you need a nap, others are keeping you from your nap.
Sometimes when a sock gets a hole in the toe there are lots of possibilities for its second life.
Finding and bagging an MOB dress has more etiquette rules than first imagined.
So who is using all the toilet paper in our house and how come they never replace the used rolls?
I loved grocery shopping as a child, but now it has lost some of its charm.