Pardon me. I think I just posted…

As you all probably know, I am divorced. (Remember that pesky brick? Yes indeed, I am epically, happily divorced.)

And as you all also may know, I am a mom. (No comments from the peanut gallery about the surprise baby, please…so I’ll be 85 when she graduates from high school — plus or minus. No biggie. Whatever.)

Hence, I am now affiliated with http://www.divorcedmoms.com. Makes sense, right?

Anyhow, the site is now live and super-cool and chock full o’ awesomeness, and I recently wrote something over there.

So if you’d be so kind, click here to check out my latest post — that is, if you’d like to:

  • Learn about a fun new use for corn cobs. (Trust me. You’ll be pinning this tip on Pinterest, I promise. And, spoiler alert: it involves poop.)
  • Discover how Brett and I engage in titillating foreplay.
  • Weigh in on the age-old question: Would you rather be blindsided by the end of your relationship — or would you rather see it coming a mile away?

Please leave me a comment there and let me know your thoughts on corn cobs, foreplay and breaking up. I’m seriously curious.

And in the meantime, I know I swore I wouldn’t go all “mommy blogger” on y’all, but you gotta check this out. Seriously. 39 seconds of pure crazy, because I may just have the Quirkiest. Baby. EVER.

The kids had been telling us for weeks, “Bryerlee does this crazy thing when we go through a tunnel!” We had no idea, until my 11-year-old daughter took it upon herself to capture the crazy.

(…and yes, I’m allowing my kids to listen to “Blurred Lines” while I drive. Stop judging. You know you like that song, too. I mean, c’mon: “What rhymes with hug me?” Classic line…)

XOXO,

Mikalee

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