Category Archives: The hist on the daily
It doesn’t take Freud to figure it out…
The Boss, well he loves him some Smurfette. Or rather, he love Snurfette. He cuddles with her, he takes her to school with him (week two and three of school did not go as well as week one), he sleeps … Continue reading
My ability to lose something is directly correlated to how much I like said thing.
My ability to hold on to something I like, say a pair of earrings for example, is directly correlated to how much I like that something. Yesterday I searched high and low for a lovely little pair of earrings I … Continue reading
File under first world problems:
File under first world problems. Sub category found in my shower. Dear Cleaning Ladies, I do not think this is what you think it is. PS where on earth did you find that? Thank God I read it … Continue reading
Filed under The American Dream, The hist on the daily
The thing about this guy…
The thing about this guy right here: is that he is pure awesomesauce. Snips, Snails and Puppy Dog tails? Not this guy! He is made of little coos, snuggles and big old truck driver burps and farts that send The … Continue reading
Filed under Hooligan Huck, The Boss, The hist on the daily
Oh you sweet talker, you!
The Boss gently took my hand in his and smiling sweetly said “Mommy you’re my favorite princess!” I smiled right back, my heart melting at the innocence and love in his eyes. I told him he was my favorite prince. … Continue reading
Filed under Bossims, The Boss, The hist on the daily
Just when you want to hold them closer…
Just when you want to hold them closer they go and grow up a bit. I watched the tragedy in Japan unfold just as everyone else did. With my mouth agape in disbelief and tears snaking their way down my … Continue reading
Filed under The Boss, The GreatCatsby, The hist on the daily, Toddler going on 20
