I have a love/hate relationship with this stinking store. 

I go through periods where I boycott it completely.

Then I get birthday money and they have a cut-throat clearance.

All of a sudden I own $3 deer face knobs.

In other news, Jane calls Cheerios “Chipoos.”

Also, I don’t care for the word bucolic.

There’s just something about it.

Apparently there’s a thriving coyote population in our neighborhood.

Washing and drying sheets does not get the wrinkles out.

Hanging them as curtains doesn’t smooth them out either.

And this morning I realized I don’t want to be a stay at home wife,

but I’d like to have one.

It was a freeing thought.