Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Leave It To Beaver. . .

I'm not naming names, but let's just say that, a number of years ago, a certain mom may have told her 5 year old daughter that her new pink plastic safety scissors could not possibly cut hair and not to even try it; and the certain inquisitive 5 year old may have decided to try it anyway; and the new pink plastic safety scissors may have left a really large gap in an otherwise pristine haircut on a certain nameless 5 year old daughter's head, therefore proving the otherwise very smart mother wrong.

I know a certain mom (whose inquisitive daughter's bad haircut grew out, and whose daughter is now in college) who kinda, sorta misses those days. . . but I’ll never tell.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

The Story of My Life. . .

So much to do. . . so little time left to put off doing it.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Quacked Up

Trying to get all my ducks in a row, but they keep wandering off.

See you in a few days.