-They have wet the bed, again. On your side. -They have spilled red juice on the new couch. -They have brought a frog into the house to see “where it would jump.” -They have spilled, and then stepped on an entire bag of goldfish while you were on a conference call. -They have been wearing their favorite dress for 4 days straight refuse to take it off. -They have a meltdown larger than life when you put that favorite dress in the washer. -They have requested to “make their own

Today when I got the mail, there was an enveloped addressed to Charles. Initially it wasn't a big deal because he still gets junk magazines from time to time and essentially I've gotten over the shock of seeing his name when least expected. This envelope was different though, I know it wasn't "junk mail" because the return address was a local court house. I opened to find a jury duty summons. My deceased husband is to report for jury duty in a month. Because that's doable

I really get in my own way sometimes. I can be really annoying like that. Last week I had intended to write a Tuesday 10 but I never got around to it. Then, on Thursday I had written a "So there's that...Thursday" post but I didn't feel like I had enough points, so I didn't publish it. This week I started a Tuesday 10 and got to number 5 and was like, I literally have nothing else and 5 isn't 10, so clearly I can't post THAT. You see, I'm OCD at times, in my writing. I fe