Artist, lover of flora and fauna, happily married for three decades, mother of two grown sons, librarian.
Ha! Wait til the Creeping Crepeys set in. Then you’ll really have something to scream about.
Though it seems unlikely, I somehow manage to fall in between the first two. I don’t wear makeup, but I have a massively complicated cleansing/moisturizing routine. I guess I’m medium maintenance.
Quite a different story from when Obama was president, and the Secret Service got to go to Hawaii for Christmas.
So, if we somehow manage to get Trump convicted of one of the many crimes he’s committed, and he actually gets sent to prison, will the taxpayers still be footing the bill for a security detail to make sure he doesn’t get shanked? Just askin’ for a friend . . .
He’s in position. Cue the bucket of pig’s blood.
There are online tutorials for how to paint Barbies to look like zombies. She might get into them that way.
If you got time to lean, you got time to clean!
Argh! Nothing dulls the blades like paper. I’d kick her out of the will, too.
The rule in our household has always been that mom keeps all cash (and LEGO bricks) found in pants pockets, or the washer.