She will be called The Lone Ranger.
You see, the problem with twins is that you must have two of everything.
There is satisfied and then, there’s just plain smirky.
Darling, I’m ready for my close-up now.
Whatever.
Just call me Mrs. Clean (Mrs. Clean! Mrs. Clean!)
She will be called The Lone Ranger.
You see, the problem with twins is that you must have two of everything.
There is satisfied and then, there’s just plain smirky.
Darling, I’m ready for my close-up now.
Whatever.
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Nine months...
So it's been about 9 months since I last posted anything. Things have been... well, you've been alive too, so you know what they've been. Thirteen…
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It's already May!?!?
Okay, so a lot has been going on. More than I have the energy to really get into at the moment (or maybe even ever) so I'm not going to bother even…
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Christmas!
Apparently I never got around to posting this year's Christmas ornaments. I blame this deadly funk I've had. I almost never get sick but when I do,…
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