At this point, I'm actually sorry to call you my sister. I'm glad to see that your son still does no wrong, and you overlooked the fact he punched my child in the back.Thanks for reinforcing the bullying he's been going through. Also, I'd like to take a moment to let you know how much I appreciate the pajama pants that are two sizes too big. Leaving the valentine tags on them was an especially nice touch, I'm sure you put a lot of thought and got a great bargain.

Please refrain from asking why I have been quiet lately. Your reaction when I stupidly confided in you is exactly why I keep to myself. No, I won't give you a complete stranger's contact information after I've told you I'm no longer working for them. No, I won't check my phone history, online bills, or give you their place of employment. For my sanity, go back under your rock. Please.

I knew my feet didn't stink, because they never do, but I thought maybe ds put his shoes under the table. I looked. No shoes. And, I wasn't smelling the normal stink of the dog, so I couldn't blame her. Then I realized I had an open bag of Italian Cheese Blend Gardetto's sitting on the table. They smell just like ds's shoes do when he doesn't wear socks.

KBaby’s first ultrasound dated her pregnancy with an estimated “due date” of April 25th. All of my previous children’s early ultrasound dates had EDDs several days prior to when they actually arrived, and I felt confident she would follow the same pattern. I never even had the chance to get antsy, looking at the calendar, snarfing spicy foods, or trying every old wives’ tale in the book. KBaby surprised me.

The night I hit my 40 weeks mark, CBaby was especially fussy getting to bed....

One thing that I can't stand, and sort of even have a physical reaction to, is men wearing deep V neck T shirts. ISH!