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Top 10 Rules While Mom’s Sick

I’ve been sick for a couple weeks now. Don’t worry – it’s nothing serious. Just a mutant cold of some kind. Annoying, but far from seriously harmful. I’ve been confined to my room for about 10 days, though, in an effort to keep this nasty bug from infecting my family and the rest of the world.

As I’ve whiled the days away blowing my nose and trying to sleep,

Can You Solve This Mystery?

Mystery Solve-It-Yourself Humor Funny Humorous Family Life Love Laugh Laughter Parenting Mom Moms Dad Dads Parenting Child Kid Kids Children Son Sons Daughter Daughters Brother Brothers Sister Sisters Grandparent Grandma Grandpa Grandparents Grandfather Grandmother Parenting Gina Valley Can You Solve This Mystery?Clearly, something diabolical happened here. Thank you to Lorca Damon for reminding me of that.

No sane person would create a wall like this. They just wouldn’t.

Something happened in this room. But, what? What happened to the third wall hanging? Who took it and why? Did they have to take it? Was it part of a plan? What did they do with it?

If You Click “Like” Fast Enough, Does It Count As Cardio?

Everyone wants some easy cardio, right? I’m guessing, if you do it fast enough and with enough enthusiasm, clicking those little “like” buttons on Facebook pages definitely counts as cardio. Probably. Maybe. Well, it might, so I figure it’s worth a try.

Humor Funny Humorous Family Life Love Laugh Laughter Parenting Mom Moms Dad Dads Parenting Child Kid Kids Children Son Sons Daughter Daughters Brother Brothers Sister Sisters Grandparent Grandma Grandpa Grandparents Grandfather Grandmother Parenting Gina Valley If You Click "Like" Fast Enough, Does It Count As Cardio? WritersHere’s a list of Facebook Pages from some of the writers headed to the Erma Bombeck Writers’ Workshop this April to test my theory out on.

Where Is My Phone?!?!

I forgot to bring my brain to breakfast. I was meeting up with my friend, Ava. We’ve been friends for years, and, as always, we talked so much we forgot to look at the menus. The poor waiter had to come back three times before we both decided to get the same thing we get every time we meet there.

We laughed and talked through our meal, and all the way out to our cars,