About me: I'm 42 and added another gherkin to our pickle party of a family. My husband Chuck, our 9-year-old Junior, our 6-year-old Everett, our toddler and I live in a town in Connecticut I affectionately call Mulletville Lite (aka my childhood hometown). My friends call me Nutjob, and they're right. In my husband's spare time he dresses up as a Viking and chases ghosts (and I'm the nutjob?). When I'm not busy working as a graphic designer, I lie in a ball in the corner.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Could it be?
That we are finally crawling out of the cold, dark ass crack that was winter 2010? Are we done with ear infections and sleet and shoveling and vomiting?
Yes! And no. Junior puked on me again last night. But even still, we're getting there.
How about you? Do you feel like you're starting to crawl out?