Between vacation-imposed family togetherness and the two feet of snow that has kept us in the house A LOT this week, I've been feeling kind of desperate.
I knew I had reached my breaking point this evening when I went into the spare bedroom, shut the door, removed the hamster from his cage and started steering her around the room in a small plastic dump truck that had been gifted to Thing 1 when he was three.
One of the cats stared at me in horror as I laughed maniacally. I didn't care - I'm the one who controls the kibble.
My cousin, Cora Lynn, told me it was time to start collecting my "body of work." So I am.
You need to get outside and build a demonic snow woman.
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