Proudly serving unpolished working motherhood, with bipolar depression & hilarity on the side
My husband thinks we are animal whisperers. Considering that we have been forced to trap-and-remove small wild beasts in our own home – the same small wild beasts that we brought into our own home under delusions of domesticity – he is clearly wrong. It all started so innocently. Oh, and I started it. We […]
My daughter and I made an advent wreath, decked out with branches and pine cones. Our wreath looks pretty and peaceful and apparently delicious, because our cat is now eating it and throwing up pine needles all over the house. Which means our hand-crafted best is now increasingly found in half-masticated clumps of kitty kibble. […]