Hold the Mayo and Mustard, FYVM.

AmyD. | March 27, 2009

Maggie’s virus has been lingering this week. By yesterday I was the only person in the house who had any sympathy for the kid. The only thing she wanted to eat was a bologna sandwich and apples.
Kate graciously agreed to make her a sandwich. Ethan made her a chocolate milkshake.
From the kitchen I overheard:
Kate, [...]

If The Shoe (or song) Fits…

AmyD. | March 26, 2009

Totally robbed this one from the lovely DutchBitch. I think it’s perfect for a Thursday because nothing interesting ever happens on a Thursday. Not that I’m a Thursday hater although I do see it as a completely unnecessary obstacle to get through just to get to Friday. Duh.
1. Put your iPod or [...]

Oh, that crazy motherpucker.

AmyD. | March 24, 2009

After a weekend that was exhausting for all the wrong reasons I needed to relax. My plan was a hot bubble bath and a spicy Bloody Mary.
I began mixing one of my favorite cocktails and realized we were out of Tobasco. We were also out of my plan B hot sauce as well. So [...]