Anyone who knows me well knows that I hate my birthday. I do not know why I hate it, but I do. Even though I am very ok with not celebrating, people still insist on asking me what I want for gifts. This year, for my 30th birthday, I know exactly what I DON’T want. I do not want anyone to ask me these 10 things ever again…
1. Vomit. This one is self-explanatory. Although I’ll take this opportunity to offer a few tips. To remove the smell of vomit from a car seat wash the pad in vinegar and baking soda in hot water. You can spray and scrub the car seat straps in vinegar as well. Also, always have a barf
My daughter (who I have lovingly nicknamed “Miss Independent” and “Little Miss Bossy Pants” due to her desire to not only do everything herself, but also tell everyone else what do as well) has found a word that has really tickled her fancy. Three little letters strung together that sometimes make me want to scream “BECAUSE
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