Since my blatant disregard for Father’s Day led me to a delightful day of garden hopping, I’ve experienced something that I’ve never felt before: envy. Oh, who am I kidding? I’m jealous of everyone. This is what I usually look like at Christmas: I am one of the grabbiest people I know. And so, as … Continue reading Garden of Envy
Well, it’s Father’s Day weekend and Ben has five baseball games, so what better time to go off and enjoy a little “Me” time? It may seem strange (okay, I’ll say it, self-absorbed) for me to indulge in some alone time, but there was a garden tour open house in town this weekend, and when you see … Continue reading What Do You Mean, Father’s Day is Not for Me?