Here's why there will be no Christmas tree in my casa this year ... or any year.
Yes, it actually happened -- and when it did, I had no idea what to do!!
To all you crazy anti-peanut butter moms: Don't try to eliminate the delicious substance from my kid's life just because your kid can't have any.
How is it that my kid is wonderful with everyone BUT me? His teachers love him ... other moms are always saying how well behaved he is ... but all I seem to get is the bratty, whiny, worst of him!
I am now at the age where the cute clothing stores for the early 20s set no longer work -- and I'm bummed.
As much as my 5-year-old son loves playdates, I am ready to throw in the towel. No, it is not the fact that my house looks like a tornado tore through it after the kids leave. My real problem is with ... the mothers!
There is nothing that disgusts me more than walking into someone's house and having Fido run up to me and hump my leg and slobber all over me.
It started with a miniature Mr. Goodbar on Halloween night. I mean, Mr. Goodbar is a nostalgic candy -- it reminds me of my childhood (circa 1983), walking down to 7-11 with my brother Jeff on warm summer nights. How could I resist perfectly roasted peanuts in creamy Hershey's milk chocolate?