The Toxic Housewife

after The kitchen comes along!  Below I will show some before and after photos.  Please note that I have made sure the kitchen was extremely messy for the "before" photos, and unusually clean for the "afters".  This is to unabashedly try to influence you.

etsy.com/shop/ficklepicklefun Sorry I haven't written in awhile, but we just got access to Netflix Instant Streaming.

Thanks to my wonderful Aunt Anonymous and her Burger King gift card, I am currently sitting in my local fine-dining establishment, watching Mr. C and his friend ( Stripper Mom’s son ) pretend to be monkeys while they climb around the play structure.  I think I’m becoming one of those parents Burger King must hate: bring two loud five-year-olds, buy less than $5, and spend two hours trashing their restaurant.

does eating a big bowl of green pesto satisfy today's requirements? So, as he blearily blinked himself awake this morning at 30 minutes before leave-for-school-time, Mr. C calmly asked, "Is it Saint Patrick's Day?" It has been at least 20 years since I've put any thought into this particular holiday, so I was a little unprepared.  I actually had to go get our calendar to discover that today was, indeed, March 17th.

Amy + Doug 4EVR In case you didn’t guess it, my super-sophisticated, I’m-an-adult-now Girl’s Trip last week was to Disneyland.   I won’t make excuses for it, even though the comedian Jim Gaffigan calls childless adults at Disneyland wierdos that even Batman-costumed nerds at ComicCon pity.

http://www.etsy.com/shop/ficklepicklefun Ahhhh, the wonders of the Playdate.   They used to be an opportunity for me to hang out with other moms while our kids threw blocks and bit each other.   I didn’t think anything could top these Toddler Playdates.

Fickle Pickle Fun! I have taken to waving to homeless people.   Not a big, enthusiastic wave; really just one of those quick, I-acknowledge-your-presence waves.   I do this because, although I’ve luckily never known what it’s like to beg for money, I DO know how it feels to be sitting out on display, trying to sell your product while passersby pretend to be too busy to make eye-contact.