It's New Year's Eve Eve, meaning my least favourite day of the year is looming, tomorrow. I've never been a fan of New Year's Eve. There were, like, two years I was into...
When Eli got old enough to repeat everything we said, we stopped swearing within earshot (for the most part). There was a little road-rage incident when Peter was driving and Eli ended up...
The holidays are coming - or have they already started? Either way, it's the season for excess. Between holiday treats, baking, big dinners, drinks, parties, shopping, and logging overtime at work in preparation...