The Reluctant Grownup

I thought I’d try one of those nifty titles that collects a bunch of non-related items into a list and makes you think I’m going to link them in some…

So I’m sure you’ve all read that open letter that has almost certainly by this point mortified the teenaged sons of the mother who wrote it (side note – as…

. . . so my manly musclebound man manhandled the massive new all-in-one washer dryer into the house, without a handtruck, singlehandedly.  I was there, wearing gloves, close toed shoes…