For those who know me well, I am a bit overcommitted these days. Which could lead to me being actually committed.
Let’s use it in a sentence: How sad; Stephanie was finally committed to the asylum. Let’s bring her a coloring book and some tapioca.
I recently went shopping without my wallet and forgot how old I was and neglected to pick up my child from piano.
No – not all in the same day! One day apart. So that makes it ok.
If Andy B. and I ever split up, it would be super duper easy for him to claim that I am mentally unstable. Because I am.
That’s why I am a sucker for anything monogrammed – then I know it’s mine. My favorite coffee cup has the letter ‘B’ on it. For Blackford. Not for Basketcase.
I was shopping the other day and found myself oohing and ahhing over some sweet little monogrammed treats.
Mother’s Day is coming soon. These would be perfect gifts for the woman who gave birth to you but may have forgotten you name. Temporarily.
See you next time at The Neighbor’s House!