This is not a sponsored post. I just really like the wine. And sometimes it’s necessary.
Disclaimer: This is a blasphemous post. I know this. I am familiar with my catechism. But whether you devoutly attend mass every first Friday or worship at the altar of the great spaghetti monster, this is meant as humor. Please donâ€™t send me angry hate mail telling me Iâ€™m going to hell. I already know this. Thatâ€™s the point of this post. Continue reading
Yesterday was Motherâ€™s Day. Today I totally dropped the ball. Metaphorically speaking of course. Literally, I dropped a child.
Mother. Of. The. Year.
Acquiescing to toddler demands, and an intensely prideful desire to keep the pick-up line moving smoothly, I scooped Destroy up in my arms headed toward the car with his brother by my side.
Two steps later, in those 4-inch stiletto heels I have such an affinity for, the school speed bump got the better of me. Continue reading
I am, I am, I am Superman and I know what’s happening.
I am, I am, I am Superman and I can do anything.
I went to lunch with a friend recently. â€œHoly shit, youâ€™re wearing real clothes!â€ 90% of the time I see you, youâ€™re in ratty sweatpants with barf/poo stained t-shirt or sweatshirt,â€ he exclaimed. Continue reading
I got dressed up today â€“ well, more so than usual. Itâ€™s my birthday.
I always believed that birthdays should be oneâ€™s personal national holiday. Itâ€™s only been in recent years that Iâ€™ve stopped highlighting the calendar (now I just draw balloons.) Continue reading