My Husband Invited His Entire Office to Our Thanksgiving Without Telling Me – My Revenge Was Delicious
My coffee sat abandoned and cold on the counter while I zigzagged through the chaos — one minute scrubbing crayon off the living room walls thanks to Emma’s “mural,” the next catching Jake mid-cookie heist after he scaled the counter like a sugar-driven ninja. “Emma, sweetheart, crayons are for paper, not walls,” I reminded her…