Why I’ll Never Have Another Brazilian Again
For my husband’s last birthday, I decided to surprise him with a Brazilian.
For my husband’s last birthday, I decided to surprise him with a Brazilian.
I hate summer with a fiery passion. It’s hot. I get sweaty. The schedule changes week to week (sometimes day to day). I need to
The Pooping Tree is a giant Sycamore in our parking strip (that’s the area in between the sidewalk and the street).
Spoiler alert! If you haven’t read about Day 1 and Day 2, go do that now. I’ll wait. On the last morning in Vegas, again
Wait…have you read about Day 1 yet? Go do that first. Waking up in Las Vegas on Day 2 was a bitch. A BITCH. Most of
I spent last weekend in Vegas celebrating two of my closest friends’ 40th birthdays. I should preface this by saying that I hate Vegas. HATE.
My daughter Erin gave me a wonderful present for my last birthday. Along with a beautiful handmade card, she gifted me a generous coupon that
I should start by saying that, normally, I like pooping. I think it is one of life’s underrated pleasures. It’s such sweet relief to feel
I read an article last week that stated that the Tooth Fairy is giving out an average of $4 per tooth. Seriously? 4 dollars PER TOOTH?
I made an accidental Facebook friend the other day. It felt very much like a Seinfeld episode really. I was perusing my newsfeed while on
Dude. I’m in a really foul mood this week. Everything is just bugging the shit out of me. It started out with just a small
I went out to a fancy shin-dig this weekend. I wore an appropriately fancy dress which really didn’t match my glasses—so I put in contacts
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