Goodbye Nanny McAnnie.
[Hi. If you are reading this in an RSS feed, then you’re going to want to click over for the video. This is the last time I’ll make you do this for a while. Sincerest apologies.]
Author: Annie
Do you have a better idea?
When Nanny McAnnie took it to the streets… actually, to Monkey Joe’s and Moe’s. Cause we had what one might call some “pent up energy”. [If you are reading from an RSS feed, click on over for the video.]
The Nanny McAnnie Diaries Day 3
When our collective sanity began to unravel. [If you are reading from an RSS feed, click on over for the 3rd video in this ridiculous series.]
The latest member of our tribe.
This baby belongs to our tribe. Our crew. Our posse. He was born this morning to my bfry Molly and her hubs Brandon. Being that I’m Nanny McAnnie this week, I wasn’t able to go to the hospital for his birth. The third leg of our bfry trifecta, Haley, kept me updated via texting and
Nanny McAnnie Diaries- Day 1
Nanny McAnnie here, reporting from Atlanta. Some friends of mine have gone out of the country and I’m watching their kids. If there is anything that has steadily paid the bills throughout the last 15 years of my life, it has been ye old babysitting. So that part is awesome. Not to mention that I
Speak.
When I used to teach school, I made kids write the truth as their punishment often. For example, when I busted Meg for lying, I had her write- “I am an honest person and I will act like it.” TWO HUNDRED TIMES. Tough, I know. But I promise, it only took her one day to
Let me introduce you to a real writer.
Saw this on facebook this morning: Excuse me, did you say 120,568 words?!?! That is one bad mamma-jamma. I love seeing stuff like this on twitter or facebook. Makes me want to type until my fingers are bruised. I can’t decide if I’m more jealous of AP or more excited to read his new book.
Chickens don’t clap.
If you’ve never seen Arrested Development, let me encourage you to go to hulu.com and indulge. For now, the Bluth family chickens. Enjoy. You earned it after surviving yesterday’s ridiculously long post and a series of less than hilarious writings from your blogista here.
Put some faces with some names.
Y’all. Frothy Monkey is my local coffee shop. Come on! Remember? It was in a Nash-video. Anyways, here’s the best thing about this time of year, or so I’m told. All the dudes and Lady Antebellums that go out on tours for the other eleven or so months of the year are home. So that
Contrary to popular belief…
I am actually still alive. Here’s the thing: I have 106 emails in my inbox. I have 10 voicemails on my phone. I have 1000 words to write today. I have not had near enough sleep. I have a lunch meeting. Then I’m headed to Frothy Monkey where, dear blog reader, I am all your’s.
