My husband is a finisher. You know, a finisher? Illustration 1:  He opens the fridge. He’s greeted by a half bowl of soup left over from the night before. Whether or not he actually wants the soup, he pulls it out and eats it for lunch. Illustration 2: He’s helping me tidy up the kitchen atContinue Reading

***This is me just being a little nit-picky. You can probably tell the formatting is wonky in this post. That’s because I imported it from Blogger, and the Blogger Fairies did something weird to the fonts that I haven’t been able to fix. Okay, I’m done.*** This is the third time today I’ve tried toContinue Reading