As I watched my 3-year-old daughter heave her guts up into a makeshift barf bucket I had the same reaction as any decent Mother: Please lord, don't let me get what she has. Take the other kids.. even the little cute one. Just spare me. But I knew I was toast. My mind did a quick inventory of every time I had come into contact with her over the previous 48 hours. The day ...
Something wicked this way comes
Something is wrong with me. On the inside. I know, I know. You're sick to death of me and my sick stories, but you take the good with the bad on this blog, people, and if you want to hear about, well, I can't think of any good stuff right now but if you want the good you're going to have to take the bad. I'm just going to say it... I am typing this on the toilet and it ...