A tendency to look for things orally which entails asking a female cohabitant where something is located instead of doing a more thorough search
Neighbors… can’t live with ’em, can’t bump ’em off without serious jail time, amirite?
What a year it’s been! I got to know my cat better, specifically her cleaning rituals, and I became besties with my grocery delivery person. What. A. Year.
If your child would like to include a message you can simply add it in the comment box at checkout and Dale-the-intern will whisper it into the ether for Father Christmas to hear.
Yes, Santa’s magical powers enable him to creep on every child in one night, but we just don’t know if Santa has been washing his hands for the full A-B-C song.
You have no obligation to cater to the unreasonable demands of the peanut gallery that you yourself created.
This moment is for us, and although I want to stuff it all inside my mouth at once, I pace myself and wait.
It appears though as if even the most involved helicopter moms have simply lost the will, and are willing to let anything fly in order to help their sweet Landon learn.