Attack of the skinny jeans

It’s Friday, and that means it’s my day to get my body dysmorphia on at Five Full Plates. This week’s post has something to do with skinny jeans, and suddenly I’m having flashbacks to the 80s. (Trippy, man. Very, very trippy. Hey, are you using...

Love is sweet

My children were born a little over eighteen months apart, which means that it has been very easy for most of their lives to treat them similarly. I mean, those early days were the most different, I suppose, when Monkey wanted nothing more than to nurse while...

Dance, puppet, dance!

Chickadee is taking Licorice through the same training class I did with her when we first brought her home. This is good for Licorice (more training) and good for Chickadee (more responsibility) but slightly inconvenient for me and Otto (have to take her to a two-hour...

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