By Jillian Pretzel It’s a warm afternoon and I’m feeling hot. So hot, in fact, that I know I had to have it right then: frozen yogurt. I need to have that plain tart flavor in my mouth, those curves of smooth goodness, covered with ripe blueberries and smothered in […]
[nextpage title=”Page 1″ ] By now, most people I know personally are aware that Mr. Sammich and I are expecting baby #3. We weren’t expecting to expect any baby #3s, but shit happens, and as far as shit happening, I suppose this is some pretty blessed shit. Blessed in that […]