The Toxic Housewife

Sometimes I read romance novels. Come on: I'm a housewife ; I'm supposed to. 

Several weeks ago, Mr. C did his adorable thing where he smiled at me sweetly and hopefully asked "Sucker?".  Which is his way of seeing if he can weasle a lollipop out of me, as before-mentioned .

I was helping Bee with his business a few months ago.  We are a very tiny, literally mom-and-pop operation, so we have to Kraft most things ourselves.  As Bee apparently has no desire to become much more computer-literate than the use of iTunes, it was up to me, with my Land O'Lakes butter-fingers, to figure out the creation of an Awesome-Blossom website.

  Mr. C is amusing because he's turned into a tattle-tale. I'm so proud, because he totally gets it from me.