Horny Isn’t Just for Toads

This post is the post that started Ooph. Well, more precisely, it is the moment that made me realize parenting teens was not something I was going to be naturally good at. I would need to study, do homework and most importantly, rethink every text I would ever send to my teens EVER again.  A […]


Revenge or There is No Such Thing as a Clean Turd

Last night, having put a tantrum throwing toddler out of my mind with a stiff glass of wine and a CSI rerun (because nothing makes you forget an embarrassing grocery store moment like a dead hooker) I dozed off to dream of the Colts winning another Super Bowl. At exactly 12:24 a.m. I heard, “MOM, […]