Remember that whining episode that drove me to drink? (Wine-y Wednesday?) Guess what caused him to meltdown in the first place. A box. I was taping closed a box of clothes to mail back to Boston Proper (because nothing looks as good on me as it does on the models in the catalogs) and Truman wanted the box. I said he couldn’t have that box. It was going in mail. And my son began to wail. “I want a box!” I said, “I don’t have a box, pal. Sorry.” And the storm erupted, with thundering yells and bolts of tears. …read more

I realized my daughter is starting Kindergarten in September and there will be this mad rush for school clothes.
I can’t really understand why kids need a whole new wardrobe for school. I mean, kids get clothes all year long these days right? It’s not like in my Grandma’s day when she saved up enough to buy her children two pairs of shoes a year, for school and Easter Sunday.
I went garage sailing and picked up about all she’ll need for about $12. I’m not about to blow a couple of hundred dollars for this consumerist tradition. I picked up a …read more