It’s no secret that at times our hair resembles Mr. Grease Lightning’s fugly twin. You know the look. Slick-nasty. Being totally frank, sometimes it’s the snooze button’s fault, or screaming kidlets, or sheer laziness…
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Think french toast crossed with an oozy strawberry orange and cream cheese danish (if such a danish exists). Scrumdidiliumptious, no? The background behind this recipe was an attempt to “knock-off” of my favorite french…
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Who needs a dozen roses when you can eat a dozen cupcakes? This boy knows the key to my stomach heart. And the love note wasn’t too shabby, either. Salty tears mixed with frosting?…
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It’s nearly impossible to describe how much we love Gage. His little chubby legs that run to the back door as fast as they can, knowing Dada is home. The exaggerated way he blows…
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Normally we don’t dish out the dough to see movies in the theatre (always swallow hard knowing we could’ve bought a movie for the same price). But this one was different. It was worth…