Dear Tricia,
We have to get a few things straight here, kid. I’m gunning for a Meanest Momm-ay Ever crown, and I think you’re trying to ruin my shot at it.
Look, you and I both know you’re utterly adorable and nearly irresistable when you do that heart-melting, (at long last) toothy grin thing. Couple it with [...]

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Why Ages&Stages newsletters are now forbidden at our house.

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The boy who taught me what love really means.

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Obsessive? Check. Neurotic? Check. Freaking out over nothing? Checkity-check.

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So last night I wrote the post about my weight. I hadn’t read about the contest at Jennsylvania or my post might have gone a completely different direction.

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