Aftermath (Part 4): The end of the beginning…

I’ve been chewing on a blog post for about two weeks that takes on where we are now. It’s churning the way a slice of cheap freezer-style pizza with fake pepperoni churns at 3am and you can’t find the antacid because it’s still too dark to see.

“Make your blood boil, well I should say….”

And may I add, this is part of the reason why we switched cars this weekend, and why I’m making DH ride Metro again, as much as he hates commuting that way. Sure. I love macaroni and cheese as much as the next person, but I don’t want to eat it every day and that’s Read More …