It should be no surprise to anyone that the Man and I are a very sarcastic couple. We make jokes all the time about everything. If he wasn’t so easy on the eyes, I’d say it was his sexiest quality, that incredible sense of humor. He has me laughing to the point of tears, to the point of not being able to breathe, to the point of peeing a little. But when is a joke more than a joke? Is sarcasm always funny? Is laughter the best medicine? Continue reading
I’m all about Pinterest. Don’t get me wrong. I love the inspiration, the creativity, the hilarity, and the endless time suck it provides. I have a whole board of projects, meals, and parties that I have completed due to Pinterest. BUT during my late night pinning marathons, I have noticed a few troubling trends developing among my fellow pinners. So here are the Lady’s pinning tips for you. You’ve been warned. Continue reading
Recently my best friend decided that all these people that fill up my house and my heart were also stressing me the eff out. I don’t know if it was the daily venting sessions, the frequency with which she heard Soul Asylum’s late nineties hit “Runaway Train” playing at my house, or the sporadic requests to enter into a sexless lesbian marriage with me, but something tipped off my very observant bestie. So she got me my first ever massage! Fifty minutes of tension-releasing calm. At least that’s what it is for normal people. What my darling friend forgot in making this grand plan for me is that I am a crazy person who loses control of herself in new situations. Continue reading
I know this is going to be controversial. I know it’s not a popular stance. I know I am going to tarnish my spotless image with what I am about to divulge here. I can’t keep it to myself anymore, though. The truth has to come out sometime, and it might as well be now. Dear reader… Continue reading
Thanks for stopping by! But you’re not supposed to be here yet. I’m not trying to be rude, but you’re like that guest that shows up for the party while the host is still in her towel.
Stop staring at me in my towel.
I’ll let you know when the party starts…but it’s not now…soooooooo maybe snack on some chips in the corner while I get the place ready, and I’ll come get you when I’m ready to rock.
See you soon!