I am deep deep deep inside the mysteries of time, the mystery of how it just took mean hour and a halfto wash dishes, take vitamins, get dressed, take care of one bucket of hand-washing, and put on the tiniest amount of makeup. All of which fall into the category of helpful things...
My husband made a restraining order on my brother and he put my 3 year daughter on too. Does he have the right to do that? He made up stories about my brother just because he doesn't want him to be in my house. Now my brother finds himself facing all these problems and he is a...
texting. A woman from my office, Carol, tried to send a text to her husband, asking him to buy bread on the way home, and somehow it came out as “buy beds for the war horse.” Can you imagine?