So it turns out that the ‘tighties‘ Shortstack was referring to weren’t tightey-whiteys after all, rather tights/pantyhose/stockings, etc. It clicked as we were changing from our school/work clothes to our ‘we aren’t doing SQUAT this afternoon’ attire and he saw the fist sized hole I had poked through the support pantyhose I wore [...]

Shortstack was enjoying some ‘private bath time’ Monday night while I was being a terrible mommy and catching up on some blogs across the hall in the office. He had been on the verge of being sick since Friday, but at this point his only symptom was still the extreme whininess (isn’t that the [...]