Not a waffle iron â" a clothes iron. True life confession. While I do think I was ingenious to solve my problem, Iâm no sure about you. What will you think of a Mother who uses an iron to serve her kids dinner? But, the kids were hungry, and that was that. We traveled thousands and thousands of miles with a cooler packed with water, cheese, peanut butter, tortilla shells, and a Harry Potter book in the CD player. Our first stop was a truly luxurious Holiday Inn (I kid you not! The kids had des
Tuesday, 25 November 2008
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