"Shelby, you crack me up!" I laughed as she wiggle walked around the kitchen.
I performed my best impression of "Thriller" complete with rock star screeching.
"Mommy!" she giggled, "YOU crack me out!"
The life and times of one woman, a remodel, two kids, and a memory of her former career. I ask myself the same questions I hope crosses everyone's mind... Why don't they invent drive thru everythings? What does the term homemaker really imply? When did my wardrobe include spitup?