Three days into the New Year, and I’m craving my “normal” routines. Dream on, Juli! That won’t happen until February or March-ish. Kiddo’s back in class with so much crap in his backpack, I swear, I don’t know how he doesn’t tip over. Hubby’s schedule is so complex, only the Mayans could figure it out,… Continue reading Anarchy, Furniture, and Peas.
JULI HOFFMAN 