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.
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.
A bit of an ode to my favorite season as it takes its last breaths.
This year I resolve to have Chuck model much more of my daily wardrobe. He’s going to love all my sports bras.
I suddenly looked up and, oh. Christmas is next week. Next week. Or, as Leta puts it, THE FARTHEST AWAY ANYTHING HAS EVER BEEN!
Carol, this is for you and your land of a thousand lakes. (Oops. I guess it’s 10,000 lakes. My bad!)
These are ridiculous. Flat out absurd.
The adventures that these shoes see and keep secret. I’m so insanely jealous of their eyes and ears.
Chuck is modeling the new flats I bought on sale this weekend, first shoe purchase since March. I needed something closed-toe for the cooler weather.