I’ve been dealing with un-welcomed house guests for nearly all of the 13 years I’ve lived in Orlando. Apparently, they’re coming up from the south. They are slowly creeping in from south Florida, taking over one house at a time, more and more each year.
I’ve done extensive research [...]

I am the proud owner of two verrrry cute kittehs!
Cute until you get within ten feet of their litter box. And then? They are just like every other beast of the wild that should be left to poop in the great outdoors.
But, I am a good pet owner….I [...]

Dear Husband X,
It’s not you, it’s me.
Don’t get me wrong, some ladies might find pee dribble on the toilet seat horribly romantic.  Dirty talk like “let me clean your clock” may work for some.  It’s not that picking up your socks isn’t a HUGE turn on.   When you say”you look like a [...]

I live in a neighborhood that can be compared to the one in the movie Pleasantville and one that WANTS to be as cool as the real one in The Truman Show. Manicured lawns, ticky-tacky houses, a town center. A TRUE planned community with a serious Property Owner’s [...]

Not on purpose.  I wasn’t camping.  Or backpacking.  Or drunk.
I climbed into bed last night and there was DIRT in my BED.
IN MY BED.
Inside my house.
Seems as though my sandbox-at-school obsessed 4 year old decided that MY BED was as good a place as any to take off [...]

My name is Meghan…and I’m a Serial Project Starter.
I can’t help it.  It’s like a compulsion.
And the problem isn’t that I *start* so many projects.  That, in and of itself, wouldn’t be so bad.  The problem…is that I don’t finish them.
My house is littered with half finished endeavors. [...]

Over the last week or so, my husband and I have been spending a whole lot of time down in our basement. You see, we have a finished basement, complete with some mismatched furniture, as is common in a basement rec room. The trouble is, we’ve made it [...]

A little over a year ago my husband and I bought our first house. I can’t tell you how F-ing excited I was to finally live in a house, a house that I could do whatever I wanted to with. Oh, the purchases I made, my big-girl house [...]

The first? My four year old still wears diapers to bed, mainly because he sleeps so hard he never wakes up to pee, but also because I’m too lazy to change the sheets every damn day.