Dec. 10, 2011 11:02 am
Updated: Dec. 11, 2011 5:16 am
So, my eighteen year old daughter is having issues; my husband buries himself in what else - sports and work of course! And the dogs and I get to stay home and deal with the teenager, the house and all of life's other messy business. Well, what did I do?
I cooked. I dragged my self with my…