Slimy Fish Gross Me Out, But They Make a Great Distraction For My Two-Year Old.

On Sunday Hubs took Casey purshing (fishing) while Jonathan napped. Thank you, Hubs.


Rather than eating bon-bons carrots and watching the Kardashians going for a brisk jog, as is my usual M.O., I took the time to sort and pack all the clothes my little weeds have rapidly outgrown.


I pretty much rock and you can disregard anything I said in my earlier post about being a No-cleaning Nancy. And, I'm also quite sure this monumental accomplishment excuses me from domestic chores for at least thirty days. Plus, isn't Mother's Day in May? So, I should totally have the month off anyways.
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More tributes here! (Oh, and in case you missed it, this was a tribute to my husband for watching Casey so I could get shit done. And maybe it was also a little bit of a tribute to me, because I'm awesome.)

More tackling here! (Like, getting stuff done, not, like, fishing stuff.)