Maybe Blowing Out 41 Candles Would be a Bad Idea


Nothing says “Happy Birthday You Old Bag” quite like going to the Asthma Doctor for a check up, taking a breathing test and finding out your “lung age” is 63.

But, don’t feel too badly about my Pity Party. I did get to bring home a goody bag:


(all kidding aside, it was a damn good day; I’ll do 41 more without hesitation)

Shhhhh. . .It’s a Secret

Over at New England Mamas, we’re sharing our Secret Spaces with the world. Check out my first revelation here and follow the entire series for the rest of July. One random commenter will even receive a prize.

Well. . .At Least She Tells the Truth


Today, Fairly Odd Father installed a reading light above Belly’s bed.

Jilly just came downstairs, stood next to me and announced:

“I was trying to turn the light off, when it magically fell.”
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“Well. . .I was touching it.”
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“Well. . .I pushed it.”