Yesterday was National Pet Memorial Day. In honor of the memory of dear countersurfing Bobo, I'm rerunning this blogpost that was enjoyed by so many of our readers.
Okay, so here we are at the beginning of another year. Another year of promises to take better care of ourselves. My husband plays basketball two nights a week so I should be able to squeeze in a yoga class one night a week, right? He can handle bathing the kids and getting them to bed with their teeth brushed without all hell breaking loose, right? Of course!