You deserve a real post—two real posts—this week.
But Offspring is home, and I’ve got to go wake him up by bouncing on his bed and asking what he wants to do today.
I really want to brag about the things I got Husband for Christmas, but he reads this blog so it’ll have to wait. And I can’t tell you about the adorable thing we got Offspring because—though I’ve warned him off—he insists on reading this blog.
And I live in St Louis, a city that just completely lost its shit over two inches of snow.