Today I am pondering why it is that right when I’m on a roll at work, blasting through stacks of crap and crossing off items on my to do list left and right,…

A conversation I carried on yesterday:   Me: Hi you pretty little thing!  What are you doing?   Her: Bleeeat   Me: Um, so you have a collar and no tag.  That’s not…

I suppose someday I will no longer be young, and no one will say to me anymore that I do something well, especially "for your age," and then maybe I’ll miss hearing it.

It was a frantic day, a day of a mad dash towards first-payroll-of-the-new-year deadline, and I had little time for breaks or lunch or even mooing.  I had to make approximately fifty thousand…

So I’m driving the kid home from the babysitter today – I drive about 20 minutes to pick him up and another 45 or so from there to get home.  He always sleeps…