Category: friends and fambly

2n’s evening of domestic bliss

Didja missme? I, my friends, have been experiencing some of the best times I’ve had all year over the last couple of days. I’ll leave it at that, but suffice to say that all is going swimmingly in 2N-Land. I, however, am stymied by children. I, your favorite ‘traded blogger, spent last night and this

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donshu tush me

As you know, it was Cinco De Mayo this weekend. As you probably guessed, I celebrated. Fun times. Any holiday that is celebrated by drinking large quantities of alcoholic beverages is my favorite. Friday night was absolutely, unequivocally the most fun we’ve had in a while. For the record: photo-booths are a super addition to

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tales from the inbox…killa style!

Here’s why I’m a bitch. And also why I’m still single. And also why someday I’m going to end up as cold cuts in some dude’s freezer. For those of you that are new, I rant every once in a while. You may have caught me on a bad day, and for that I apologize.

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flashmobs and friend requests…PARTICIPATE!

Team! My favorite hater has come through with the goods. Look above! For your viewing pleasure, I now have a clickie-subscribey-logo-picture-thingie. Scott made it for me, and now I hate him just as much as he hates me. He’ll do it for you too, only you have to kiss his feet and send him Oreos. Or you

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floam vs chia pet

I hate marketers that make commercials that make The Kid bug me to buy stuff. I really do. Because when you see his big blue eyes telling you that he “absolutely haaaaaaaas to have something, so SERIOUS, mom!” and you have to say, “I would rather shove splinters under my fingernails than buy something like that which

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discussions with the Kid: on ovaries and boogers

I have discovered that the Kid will be an awesome blogger as he gets older. He never stops talking. It’s like this constant stream of random, five-year-old consciousness coming from him. When it’s not inane questions about things (why, why, why…?) then it’s not-so-educated discourse on where sneezes come from, who I’m going to get married

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alcohol + tanning = ewwwwww

I have a good story to share today. But first I will describe my day, just the highlights: Apparently, per my son, I have been pronouncing “butt-whoopin’” all wrong all this time. It is in actuality, “whoop-buttin’”. Noted. I am a magnet for guys looking for trashy women. Today’s hall-of-famer Cletus The Eternal Optimist, age 20,

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