What am I supposed to say? I have a problem with filling the universe up with fluff, and I don't think I want to bare my soul. It's bad enough that I will inevitably tell everyone how bad a mom I am. To that end, my son Rowan has killed my car battery, pilfered my makeup twice, opened a bag of marshmallows and destroyed 2 months' worth of my hubby's contacts. This Week. There is a reason we are making him a Balrog for Halloween.
-Shelby
