Apparently, some teenager wrote down her summer bucket list and then forgot it in an Urban Outfitters dressing room. The bad news is now all the internets knows that she wants to pet a giraffe and other, less-PG things, although the good news is all she has to do is log on to Twitter to remember what she wrote. While I can identify with some of the things on her list (binge new Netflix series? check. eat cotton candy? check), there are some that, sadly, as a thirty-something mother of two I just do not identify with. (have a super…
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The weather was beautiful (if a little windy) and it is strawberry season around here, so I took the boys to go pick strawberries. Well, I took Aiden to go pick strawberries. Apparently, I took Connor to teach him not to pick the green ones. Aiden already knew not to pick the green ones because of a discussion we had about my tomato plant last week. I had scolded them for picking the ripe tomatoes before we were ready to eat them. (This is mostly because they use them as small flying objects, rather than food). So when I saw…