I write for me, and you read for you. You, the reader, are the one who chooses if you want to continue reading what I write. It seems to work okay; It’s a pretty neat system that’s been around for a few thousand years. Read more →
It's been a while since I've broken down. All it took was a prolonged discussion about the merits of peanut butter over 24 hours ago. Haven't stopped thinking about it since. Weak. If there were ice cream in the house, that would have been included, too. Bowl of Shame: Mini m&ms on peanut butter with side of Pumpkin Reese's.
Me: "Uh, what's going on with your hair?"R: "I messed it up."Me: "On purpose?"R: "Yeah."Me: [Think to myself, Is he doing this because he likes it? To get a rise out of me? Do I even care? Nope.] "Okay."
I wish I had a dollar for every time I tried to enjoy a margarita over dinner and my kids asked me really hard questions and made me cry. Read more →