Insects suck. Both literally and figuratively. And I have the physical and mental (the one and only time I went camping) scars to prove it. Now, to make them even more annoying, they enjoy the same easy breezy days of Spring that we do. They, being all 950,000 species of insects that roam the same earth withering, wiggling, biting, hissing and getting on everyone's last nerve. Maybe I am missing something here. It's not just the aggravation. It's also the utter lack of common

I can'€™t compute. Nope. I cannot add, subtract, recall, apply, average, multiply, flip, dip or divide numbers higher than 25. If I spot a rug, you know the kind that really ties the room together, and I EVEN measure it with a handy dandy tape measurer thingy gabob, it will still be too big or too small for the entire surface area of the room. (Aside: And yes, as the husband points out it would help if I measured the surface area of the room with the tape measurer thingy gabo

Fill in the blank. There is a _____ for everything. According to Ecclesiastes 3:1, there is a time for everything and a season . . . And if you anyone employed by The Container Store or Hobby Lobby . . . there is a place for everything and everything has its place. Come hell or red hot tag sales. And nowadays, there is an App for everything, too. Can't fall asleep? There is a social networking app called the Cuddlr that will find someone near you to spoon. As one reviewer pon