The Verdict Speaks
Not only did the Amish women have sticky buns. They had chocolate-covered bacon, homemade ice cream and hand-rolled pretzels. They had a candy store, a petting zoo and carriage rides. But, beyond those wholesome attractions, they had the mother of all temptations: doughnuts.
It was May 2011, and my kids snookered me into breaking my no-pet rule to let them have tadpoles. For those who’ve never watched the Discovery Channel, tadpoles are baby frogs. They look like black sperm.
I’m old school and my 10-year-old stepdaughter is a hot mess. She’s spoiled to the point where I want to choke her at times. She can be sweet, but her attitude and laziness is something that an old schooler like me can’t handle. What should I do?
Marriage is that thing that takes place when your spouse has put on work boots and used your last nerve as a trampoline. To save it you need a go-to move. My wife has one. I call it her bread and butter.