It’s been one of those weeks, people. The kind where Australia looks like a really good bet, but then your mother reminds you, oh so lovingly, that terrible, horrible, no…
Paper Doll Tales Posts
“This pig. No, this pig. No, this pig. No, this pig. No THIS pig. Wee, wee, wee, wee, weeeeeeee!” It’s Little Friend’s first story. Told independently, with or without socks…
It took me all of one mimosa to convert into a brunch snob. There I was, the country mouse in the big city, a college girl venturing into the edgy,…
1. The rules are changing quickly around here. I know I’m supposed to be keeping up, but I swear just yesterday I learned that orange runny poop was a-ok for…
I’m convinced some angels are sitting around in halos and white gowns noshing on these buttermilk buckwheat pancakes. I imagine the angelic second course would be a luscious béchamel sauce…
She needs a haircut. Yesterday, we went about our business with Little Friend sporting a shaggy, fluffy, spastic, greasy do. The barette working its darndest to contain the jungle of…