So I was riding my bike the other day, when it struck me that Poor Kyle doesn’t love me at all. Leastwise, he doesn’t love me as much as some men love their spouses. Tangent: I once had a friend … Continue reading
Since my almost-two year-old nephew is in town, I’ve been listening to a lot of nursery rhymes these days. Every time we get in the truck to go about the day, our adventures are narrated by peppy voices belting out … Continue reading
This is a public service announcement. Dear Readers, I love you, but HAVE YOU GONE MAD? I write one little post about premature menopause, and before I can say “Yasmin,” I’m suspected of pregnancy? Mercy hell sakes alive. Poor Kyle … Continue reading
I think I’m going through a premature menopause. Think about it: I already have granny arms. I’m saggy in places that 22 year-old girls should normally be perky. I’ve got an odd smell about me (I skipped the shower today—I … Continue reading
Fearful Fatty, the anonymous person in need of help on my most recent skirt-flying post, came out of the woodwork to clear some things up regarding my last post: Well, thanks for all the comments, guys. A few bits of … Continue reading
It seems impossible that July is halfway gone. You know what that means, right? August is looming, and what a wretched thought that is. I really hate August. The only good thing about this upcoming August is that my family … Continue reading
OH. MY. GOSH. You GUYS, you’ll never believe what happened to me this past week. IT WAS CRAZY WITH A ‘K.’ If I told you I was abducted by Martians and taken into outer space {the final frontier} and probed, … Continue reading