Sometimes I really worry about my fellow bloggers, so I have compiled what some may considered linky love, but I am calling notes to self:
Don't open any mail from Bossy.
Next time when my kids puke in their car seats, Swistle is NOT the one to call for help.
Her Bad Mother reminded me why I didn't become a philosophy professor.
Don't let Dawn see the gnomes I stole next time she comes over.
Black Belt Mama is right. Why DO kids always end up injuring their faces right at picture time?