I could just tell her, you know what? Eat the school lunch. BUT THEN SHE WOULD NEVER EAT LUNCH.
Some of you may remember the video I’ve embedded in this post and you’re either going to love me or hate me for it.
Daydreaming of all things crisp and fresh for the dark mornings of winter.
Wherein I the cashier at the grocery store and I become best friends forever.
You went to the gym yesterday for the first time in a long time, admit it. You did.
A gift guide that somehow ends up being about the obvious benefits of consensual homosexual polygamy.
My child is at school which means she is not attached to my body which means I can take a moment to entertain myself.
Gifts with a little more warmth than anything plastic or sporting a screen.
My family’s loyalties are serious, as is the magnificent spread they cook for Thanksgiving. Not going to risk missing out.
I know I said I would never run again, but have I mentioned that I’m fascinated by pain?