$20s from Heaven
Posted by Stephanie | Filed under Dirty Little Secrets
I was in the mall last week, when I noticed something flutter to the ground in my peripheral vision. Quickly turning, I spotted a $20 bill on the ground. Two men were passing me and said, “Hey, you dropped your $20.”
I did?
I glanced around to see if it could have come from someone else but [...]
Thanking the Kardashians and Spanx
Posted by Stephanie | Filed under Dirty Little Secrets
As a mom, there is so much to be thankful for. When asked in particular what those things are, our list usually contains answers such as: our families, our health, our homes, etc. As those are truly our #1 priorities, our writers have dug a layer deeper into the realistic world of motherhood and came [...]
Peter, Peter Pumpkin Eater …
Posted by Stephanie | Filed under DecorATE, Dirty Little Secrets
Apparently, pumpkins aren’t just for carving anymore! If you’ve got a little extra time this weekend — in between wiping chocolatey fingers and scrubbing face-paint from your carpet — bring out your inner-Martha and transform those leftover jack-o-lanterns into something creative!
Make a spook-tacular candelabra!
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Show off some {haunted} house numbers!
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Treat your goblins to some pumpkin pancakes!
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Create [...]
Confessions of a desperate mom
Posted by Stephanie | Filed under Dirty Little Secrets
Dirty Little Secret. [dur-tee lit-l see-krit] noun. verb. Definition: A slight fabrication of the truth moms tell their children on a daily basis in order to stay sane. Otherwise known as a fib or a tall tale.
It’s a simple story of telling your children they can’t get a gumball because you don’t have any quarters [...]
Dirty Little Secrets
Posted by Stephanie | Filed under Dirty Little Secrets
Do you have a Dirty Little Secret you’d like to share? We will break the ice & share some of ours …
* When I take a nice, hot bath solo I sometimes find myself playing with kid toys that have been left in there.
* My child pee’d his pants at ChuckECheese, but desperately wanted to [...]
