The Toxic Housewife

Ahhh, to be young again.  Yesterday, at Kindergarten pick-up, each child who walked out of the building joined in the cry of "Mr. C lost a tooth!".  By the time the entire class had made it out the door, the chorus was deafening.  So, apparently, this was huge news.  (And it is a much better cry than the one they chorale'd a few weeks ago during pick-up: "Kathryn threw up!")

Fickle Pickle Fun Last week, Bee and I went on a double date with our friends Carmen and Allen (their names are much cooler than the lame pseudonyms I made up for them).