by Missy Stevens | Whatever
Ta-da! The bandages are off, and Wonder, Friend has a new face. Welcome! {Before I get too far, I want to thank Jen from Blue Yonder Design for this new look. Jen’s a saint. A very patient saint.} I go into some detail about the impetus behind this face lift,...
by Missy Stevens | Whatever
I taunted. Apparently, I touched a nerve. Payback is hell, and I have the snot to prove it. What’s that? Speak up, for congestion’s sake, because my head is so full of gunk that I cannot hear you. I had to turn up my Murder She Wrote rerun so loud...
by Missy Stevens | Family
Look what I made. Not the tall one, but those two smaller people. I did that. Oh, okay. The tall guy helped, too, kind of like that person in study group who always manages to get away with contributing the poster board or offering to go have the presentation bound,...
by Missy Stevens | Whatever
Lunch. Photo credit: Robert Banh, on Flickr. The speaker at a Bible study I attended years ago said, “Hormones are no excuse for bad behavior.” And ever since, I’ve felt guilty when I act like a nut or eat a party-sized bag of M&M’s. I...
by Missy Stevens | Whatever
An ode? Are you kidding me? You, Cedar Trees, have not earned an ode. You are jerks, and I’ve had about enough of your Cedar Fever. Why do we even encourage you by giving the you-induced sniffles a catchy name? I’d call for your complete eradication, but I...