One morning, I battered the hell out of an old, plastic toy that nobody played with anymore. I slammed it down, over and over like a maniacal fiend.…
Dear Laundry, I know you are there. I see you, trip over you and sometimes even smell you. I get it. Does it make you laugh knowing the…
This post is a BluntMoms Rewind selection for 2014. Our writers love this post so much they want to share this with our readers again. Enjoy the awesomeness:…
Dear Husband, I hate to bring this up so close to Father’s Day but since that blessed day has passed, I can’t hold it in any longer. I…