I feel sorry for myself moms with kids who fuss and wiggle in their strollers. So many times I have observed my pitiful self some poor woman, red-faced and flustered, trying to get through her shopping while her little ones scream and contort. My precious angels are so easy to take out in the stroller . . . as long as I keep it moving at 12 mph.
Dinner last night: pork chops with stuffing and mushroom gravy