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
I’ve always professed to hate the month of August. I always will hate the month of August. I will go out of my way not to get pregnant in November or December, just so I never have to celebrate my … Continue reading
It’s only a matter of time before this becomes my reality once again. I’m not ready. I never get anything done in August. I always have the best of intentions, but they just sort of fall to the wayside with … Continue reading
My sister and her family have come all the way from Arizona to visit Canada and lounge around in lovely weather. The day they got here was hot, hot, hot outside. We grilled dinner on our back deck, ate corn … Continue reading
Sorry I’ve been out of comission lately. I spent yesterday traveling to Canada with my sister and her husband and their 18 month-old boy. Ahem—their active 18 month-old boy. Oh sure, he looks cute enough, but in all reality, kid’s … 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