Everyone has a home office these days, whether you’re running your own business or need the space to organize your fantasy football team.
That time of year when I wait until both girls are not home and pack up every single thing they haven’t touched or talked about in six months.
This time I’m not stepping too far outside of my comfort zone, but at least I won’t be wearing yoga pants.
A bit of an ode to my favorite season as it takes its last breaths.
You’ll never forget your first cold slap.
Not nearly as big or unwieldy as my Granny’s purse, but she’d slow clap for me and tell me I’m moving in the right direction. And then she’d see how hard she could hit one of her kids over the head with this thing.
… and then touch my phone and now whatever was on your hip will end up on my face.
First person to make a joke about the elephants gets a poke in the butt.
Crowdsourcing my friends for ideas to experiment with my hair. Sadly none of them are polygamists so tips for elaborate French braids will have to wait.
I admire people who can wear wacky outfits and go crazy with color, but I am not those people. I wish I were more like those people.