My fella turned 30 yesterday, and this means that I got to spend all weekend doing what he likes to do, which is mainly eating and then proceeding to work
My fella turned 30 yesterday, and this means that I got to spend all weekend doing what he likes to do, which is mainly eating and then proceeding to work
I don’t give myself credit for wanting to be pretty, or if I do, I blow it off as a foolish fancy, something I will never achieve. Sure, I like
I asked on my Facebook page what you all want for a shopping post (since lately, I have been the slackingest blogger-face in all the lands) and EVERYBODY wants boots
I wrote this for Real Simple’s Simply Stated blogger contest. I didn’t win, but I thought I’d share my story with you anyway. “Howdy, ma’am!” He hollers, pushing himself off
I went to a writing conference a few months ago, (and won a little something, *cough* shameless plug *cough*) and one of my favorite break-out sessions was led by Mary
So, my Mother-in-Law is getting married tomorrow. She made it very clear that she does not want gifts, which made me kind of sad because I like presents, even when
Hello friends! I haven’t shopped in a while, and I’ve been feeling weak, pale and much more apt to leap upon email-newsletter sales than normal, which means I need to
I call Adam, tearfully. Me: “I have a tale of woe. Do you want to hear it?” Him: “Sure.” Me, spilling out Tale of Woe with much gesticulation and, well,
I’m so glad I said “I do” two years ago today.
“My faithful readers know that last Fall the Universe, whom I had asked most specifically to step up the pace on sending me a sweetie, obliged in the best possible