I’m starting to worry about my ability to be a grandmother. And no, not because I’m immature and I drink too much. That’s minor compared to this sad fact: We have no toys in our house. I’ve got some time, since I haven’t been able to force, bribe or shame any of my kids into […]
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Trouble in Barbie Land
We had a Barbie crisis this week. I’m in the process of cleaning out the basement storage area, the section of our house where the Barbie dream house reigns supreme. It’s no wonder why. That pink party house is where Great Date Ken once spent a week hanging out the upstairs window, puking his guts […]