Once again, I've put together a list of all the mind-boggling discoveries I've made throughout the past several days. Included is the realization that my son's fingernails are dirtier than the floor of an Irish pub on St. Patrick's Day. Click here for the full list: …

Thanks to my husband and his stupid Edward Scissorhands, my poor son is now bald.  And you can bet your booty that there will be no more home haircuts ever again.  Click here to read the full story:…

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through our pad,

Every creature was stirring, being exceptionally bad.

The stockings were hung too close to the floor,

And Goatdog was eating each one that he tore.

The twins were bouncing off the walls in their…