Behold this year's Christmas tree: Pretty, right? I think so, too. But it took me the better part of 48 hours to come around. We needed new lights this year and found ourselves stopping at Target with the kids on the way to picking out the tree at Harner Farm. What kid do you know, … Continue reading Oh. Christmas Tree.
Tag: depression
Where’s My Sassy?
I told Paul yesterday that I keep hoping I'm going to wake up and feel fierce and sassy again, but so far, no dice. Oh, ruts are wonderful, aren't they? They wash everything around them in a blah grey haze. The obvious thing is that the agent passed on the memoir. This shouldn't really come as a … Continue reading Where’s My Sassy?
Sheila squillante 