So yesterday I admitted that our fridge is gross a lot of the time, and that I had sought the guidance of an unnamed household guru, today we’ll call her “Smartha,” in an effort to properly combat that problem. Unfortunately, Smartha apparently lives in a Utopian world where mess and thus children do not exist. Still, her advice is not completely without merit. It’s great for a laugh.
If You Don’t Clean Your Refrigerator Coils You Will Die
Our fridge is gross most of the time. The interval between just got cleaned and just turned disgusting is measurable in increments smaller than the differences in Olympic time trial running times. It’s like I shut the door on a sparkling clean family fridge and open two seconds later to find a frat house appliance. It’s scary. It’s frightening.
My kids’ school had a fire drill the last day of school. I’m not sure they really benefitted from that one. Let’s face it, few of us ever benefitted from the monthly fire drill at school beyond getting some extra time to mess around and maybe to push off a math test.
But, since school has primed our kids to be ready for drills,
So, my neighbor come over and tells us, and by us I mean the Professor as I wasn’t home at the time, (because God was sparing the life of my neighbor that day) that the windows of one of their cars had been shot out by a pellet gun. Normal, neighborly information, right? Something bad happened. Want to make sure you are aware so you can protect your loved ones and your property,
Location, Location, Location: Planning For Your Disaster Area
by Gina Valley
I moved our pack’s craft table out of our family room and into our living room last month. The Professor was thrilled. It’s not that he doesn’t want our pack hanging out with him while he watches the Lakers; it’s that he doesn’t want our pack’s art supplies hanging out near the TV.
He really didn’t appreciate it when someone bedazzled the remote. For some reason its functioning was somewhat limited after receiving a coating of rhinestones. And,