(Or “Why I Should Really Never Have Kids Because I, Seriously, Can’t Even Handle a Kitten.”)
All the fun stuff I’m going to do this summer. In list form. Because lists are the FUNNEST.
I have a cat now. It’s all George Clooney’s fault. I swear.
Celebrating the Tulip Time Festival in Holland, Michigan with wooden shoes and fat balls.
Not every mother teaches her daughter how to milk a goat. Probably for a good reason, actually.