The Bun

I thought I'd get a head start on Thanksgiving and start baking today.  I've been planning to make this new cake recipe that has my ...

A versatile word in my family.  It can be at one moment a source of extreme hilarity or at the next a heinous insult. "Mommy, (insert n...

I am avoiding you.  Sigh.  I cannot keep up with laundry, bills, groceries, blah, blah, blah and blog about it too. Here, look, see what I m...

With a title like that, I feel like I must set the stage a bit, you know show you why I felt the need to melt. My day started at 5:30a.m. ...

Hi, I am posting this while hiding under my bed with the covers over my head. No, not really but I do wish that Harry Potter's invisibi...

I walked in confident that everyone knew that I had purchased my boots at Marshall's, my shirt at the Gap and well, I picked up my jean...

Holy Crap!  It's May!!! A picture I've been saving for a whole post.  Not going to happen.  This is Max photo boothing himself.  Not...

I don't think I've been this embarrassed in quite a while.   Max got a hold of my phone and texted my neighbor.  It wouldn't hav...

Sometimes I feel like my bun is a metaphor for my life.  I am wound tightly, secured into place with a stretchy but ever-circular band--not ...

The hubby's evening: (Gwyneth Paltrow, Chris Martin, Bono) My evening: + Do I need to say more?

Dearest Max, You drowned my iphone today.  And had the worst, indescribable diaper issue today during my cycling class.  Didn't you care...

"Where's Max?"  I find myself asking this question in a panic more times than I want to admit during the day.  Sometimes to Ka...

Today has been a purple-nail-polish-all-over-my-cream-couch kind of a day. (!)

I know I haven't blogged for a while and now I can finally explain why. I didn't want to let it be known in bloggy land that I have...

I came home from a concert last night after seeing my husband talk to a sexily clad woman he knows from work-- I inspected myself in the mir...

When I first walked in, I sat down on one of the double beds provided for married students attending NYU and cried.  I couldn't decide w...

People, please tell me why, oh why you would wear a Victoria Secret half-cup push-up bra, with a sheer, sparkly, sequined top to a weight li...