So I am sure that by now all of you are entirely sick of hearing about my mysteriously MIA prom pic, but guess what? It is finally up. Click this link right here and you will be instantly teleported to my cyber-prom. But don't worry, there won't be any hookah-smoking cyborgs or Elvis impersonators.

But I'm not making any promises about purple parachute pants. Enjoy!

Mommyologist is hosting the most spectacular Mom Prom over at her site. Complete with performances from C & C Music Factory and the Back Street Boys and all the rest of your suffocating high school infatuations. And I'm going. And you should too. As my date. I'll even let you wear my tiara if I win Prom Queen. Okay maybe I won't actually let you wear it, but you can look at it and drool on it a little if you want.

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The other day I was at the computer when my husband walked by and said, “Hey, whatcha doing?”

“Oh just emailing a really good bloggy friend,” I told him.

“A really good bloggy friend?” he repeated, the edges of his mouth beginning to curl up in laughter. “And like how do you know that this so-called ‘friend' isn't really an Internet stalker? Or an incarcerated drug lord? Or an Elvis-impersonating, hookah-smoking, spray-on-cheese-eating, sequined-pants-wearing, organ-peddling, identity-.... more >>

If you haven't visited the awesome and hilarious Laugh Out Loud yet, hosted by the sweet and wonderful Laffy Lady, please do today. I'm completely honored to be the featured writer now and I don't want to give anything away, but my post may or may not include placenta tacos with a side of umbilical hash. And when you are done there, make sure to check out all the other fantastic writers on the site! Trust me, it's all AWESOME. You won't be disappointed.... more >>

My husband's left thumb resembles a toe. Cute, stubby, and with an extra wide nail, we lovingly call it Toe Thumb. Sometimes we tell people that Danny lost his thumb in a devastating accident and that the doctors suggested replacing it with one of his toes, since hands are often more useful in daily life than feet.

No one questions this.

Of course, with his unusual features, Toe Thumb does not fit into average size gloves or mittens. We have to search high and low for special clothes to fit him. Most stores do not carry Husky size gloves. But Toe Thu.... more >>

Once you bring home that tiny precious bundle of joy and tears, Date Night is no longer organic. It's not natural. It's not easy. It's not even on your Top Ten List of important things to do. Feed baby, burp baby, change baby, bathe baby, attempt to feed self, hold baby, rock baby, take shower sometime in the span of next week, take a gazillion photos of baby, feed baby, burp baby, wipe barf off face and neck, change baby, change self, brush own teeth for first time in three days … did you say Date Night?

Regardless of the extraordinary effo.... more >>

Let me first start by saying that my husband is extremely very sexy. If you follow my blog, you know what I'm talking about. He is hot. He is divine. He is awesome. He is very manly.

But he carries a purse.

Okay. So I admit … it's not a Louis Vuitton Rainbow or a hot pink Kate Spade. It's more like a piece of luggage you would take through the airport. It is black, has two wheels and a retractable handle—but this thing is his purse.

He takes it everywhere. He is lost without it. He can find things inside it.... more >>