The Toxic Housewife

Last week –  evilly egged-on by the sight of my spinach seeds actually starting to look like spinach plants – I suddenly came to two very dangerous conclusions: 1) that I enjoyed gardening, and 2) that I was actually capable of keeping plants alive. This heady feeling lasted approximately 48 hours; and what a dangerous 48 hours they were.

And, after my most recent tragedy in Accidental Homesteading, the score is: Modern Technology: 1 Toxic Housewife: 0 Here's the story:

Yesterday was a tough one for this sentimental, stubborn Toxic Housewife.  All because it was time to get Mr. C a Big Boy bed.  And that wasn't even what was upsetting me.

running through Zion National Park We just got back from a fabulous vacation in exotic Tucson.  Once again, our knack for setting our sights really low so things can only go up from there paid off, and we really enjoyed ourselves.

I'd like to formally announce the newest soon-to-be-addition to the Toxic Household . . .