My oldest son is all boy. There’s no question about it. In fact Troy thinks he stripped my uterus out of all the testosterone so that when Jeff came along there was none left. He wears a “I heart BOOBIES” bracelet (it makes me cringe but hey it’s for a good cause). He has been [...]
“Hi, my name is Jeff and I’m a hoarder.”
This is what I envision my son saying at his Hoarder’s Anonymous meeting when he grows up.
Last night I opened his cabinet in his room and my jaw dropped to the floor. What was all this crap stuff overflowing in his cabinet? I [...]