ABOUT ME

About me: I'm 40 and added another gherkin to our pickle party of a family. My husband Chuck, our 8-year-old Junior, our 5-year-old Everett, our baby 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, January 4, 2012

T-t-t-t-transitions

Our household is in the midst of a shift right now. I can't write about it just yet. But soon. Soon I will be able to tell you that I've joined the circus.

Or started cross-dressing.

Or, better yet, decided to let Chuck take over this blog.

Yah, I know, that'd be lame.

Until I can spill the beans, take a gander at this:



Simple math is just so...complicated sometimes.

3 comments:

Lori said...

Funnily enough, my kids needed that size for their first birthdays. This is why we never post pictures of our families' freakishly large heads that don't fit through regular neck holes...

Pricilla said...

Wave to me as you fly over....

VandyJ said...

I've been confused by sizing since I had my first little boy.