Category Archives: mi casa es tu casa

I missed Dee George something FIERCE while I was away this past week. Felt a bit like my heart had been ripped out. Even if only temporarily. We’re spending a lot of time in the yard now that we’re all … Continue reading →

Ommmmm.

Jun. 5, 2011

by Morgan

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During my fight with the postpartum monster, our house got a little…out of control. So we’re trying to scale back and get zen every chance we get. Starting with the master bedroom, which was the opposite of relaxing with too-big … Continue reading →

Oh fuck, it’s Thursday already.

Mar. 10, 2011

by Morgan

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See how bad I need this series? So, Purgeday Thursday (working title) is upon us again, and I am so already effing up this whole weekly series thing. (It’s nearing midnight on Thursday as I write this. Scott is going … Continue reading →

I think maybe…a weekly series?

Mar. 3, 2011

by Morgan

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I have no idea what my fingers are doing. My brain is screaming all kinds of rational reasons why I shouldn’t put this additional pressure on myself, and yet my fingers and my guts are saying “nah…go on ahead … Continue reading →