What’s that smell?

The smell was noticeable, wafting from across the room where my nephew sat, face scrunched up and red, grunting.  Crap... I knew what that face meant.  I put the remote down and called over to him, “do you need to use the potty?”  My sister was trying in vain to toilet train the kid.  They’d … Continue reading What’s that smell?

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Tissues

I have become my Memom, even though I can’t afford real tissues that fluff up gently from the box like a papery, snow white flame.  No, toilet paper has to suffice.  My Memom’s number one rule in life is “go everywhere with tissues in your pocket or purse.  You never know when you might need … Continue reading Tissues