A completely homemade, omnivorous pizza To She Who Shall Not Be Named, who suggested I read The Omnivore’s Dilemma for my IntelliQuest:
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How To Tell If You're Over Thirty
The book Bee thoughtfully left out for me to read: The book in which I am instead engrossed:
The Worries Of A New Parent
See that? I did that. That’s right: the Toxic Houseife, Herself, actually managed to grow something.
Why Don't I Just Superglue Those Apron Strings?
Last week we registered Mr. C for Kindergarten. As you can imagine, this was a very big deal for me. Well, OK . . . and for Mr. C, too. Because this was such a special occasion, I took great care to dress Mr. C in his sweetest sweater, made sure he had a fresh haircut, and was looking his absolute-cutest. Alas, my careful physical preparations were all for naught: Mr. C decided he was "itchy", so here's all he did -- and all anyone noticed -- for the entire walk to school:
Woo-HOO!
This photo has absolutely nothing to do with this post; I just kind of thought the dyed batters were pretty, and wanted to post it SOMEWHERE) Today is a day for celebration: this marks my 200th post !! I'm sure you're as excited as I am!! Now, as I said before in marking the grand occasion of my 100th post , this would normally be the time where all my celebrity friends would come out and we'd recap our favorite posts and pat ourselves on the back for being a part of such a culturally-important project. But -- for some odd reason -- all my celebrity friends were out of town / enforcing their restraining orders, so I decided to do the recap on my own.