Three ways to tell the woman in your life, “Look! I don’t take you for granted ALL of the time!”
Most guys are going out to see that damn movie today, so just shove yours out the door and go, “Have some popcorn. It’s on me.”
I already have want I want this year, but that doesn’t ever stop me from window shopping. Especially to take my mind off of what I just wrote in this post.
From the library of Heather B. Armstrong who will get to the book your publisher sent me, just give me a few years.
It looks like I fell inside a messenger bag hanging on the front of a bike parked outside a coffee shop in Williamsburg.
I want to read someone’s master’s thesis on this phenomenon.
If anyone gifts my 5-yr-old an object that makes or plays music, I will personally see to it that Santa takes a giant shit in their stocking.
This should also include a DVD of hundreds of episodes of “Scooby-Doo” in case he gets sick and needs you to help him sip Gatorade.
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.