From the category archives:
You have warning signs that both are coming but neither is avoidable. Wailing on the bathroom floor is a sign of its process. You hang out by the toilet. Sucking on ice chips makes you feel better. Unexpected bad things come out of your body. You look dazed and confused for at least 24 hours [...]
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There must be some kind of omen about a chicken crossing the road right in front of you. Or maybe an old wive’s tale. Or maybe this is normal when you’re not in Suburbia. Watching a chicken cross the road right in front of your car isn’t something that happens every day to a suburbanite. Or [...]
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My hair, tonight. Insanity. And yes, it’s as heavy as it looks. I could probably forego my regular chiropractor visits if I cut it all off.
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Like the adage goes, when you’ve got it, flaunt it. It’s how I feel about my hair, my fingernails, and just like pageant moms, using my children’s cuteness to validate my own self worth. I have fabulous nails, but I hate to have them painted. When I have painted nails, it feels like a layer [...]
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I wrote this last night on Facebook as a reply to my 2nd mom*. It’s pretty much 101% true. So of course I made it into a someecard. My internet wit is used to shadow my lack of ability to do pretty much everything else in life. *2nd mom does not refer to a step-mom, mother-in-law, [...]
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