Oh how I despise you temporary tattoo. The way you look after two hours. The impossibility to remove you. The everlasting mark you leave on my children. I cringe when I hear your name. I hide you places where I think my children will not find you. However they always seem to have a secret… Read More
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It was a beautiful and sunny Sunday. Anticipation of the first football Sunday was upon us. I had high hopes for this Sunday. A list was made. Unfortunately I woke up with a terrible head cold. Every part of me ached and moaned for anything to ease the pain. Determination was within me just the… Read More
I know, I know I have two young children so most days the house is going to be messy. Little people, barbies, and blocks are on the ground like breadcrumbs left to create a trail. The girls seem to have these toys strategical placed throughout the house to cause pain upon my feet. There are… Read More