Nom Nom Paleo – I’m about to morph back into a zombie drug dealer. Summer vacation’s over, and it’s time to rejoin my work husband in the bowels of the hospital. Ain’t no rest for the wicked, and money don’t grow on trees. I got bills to pay, I got mouths to feed.
Speaking of which, my last day of vacation began like any other morning: Packing school lunches for the kids. Unfortunately (for me), my children don’t share the same palate. Like my dad — who never tired of munching on… Read more