The government should be handing out free therapy lights to every home in The Northeast.
It turns out that posh toothbrushes exist. This knowledge now takes up space in my brain.
The only problem with this is that Chuck will see a large plant as something he needs to lift his leg and claim.
A roundup of ideas for the father who probably isn’t 73 years old and would rather write a letter in his own blood than spend $45 on a pen.
If anything just call her up and say, “I’m so sorry for everything.” She’ll know immediately who it is.
I wouldn’t necessarily paint a room this color, but a few accents might work just as well as a few tablets of Prozac.
I know he’s begging for another cat, but you are the voice of reason in his life. None of these things require a litter box.
Stun her with a bracelet or a monogramed jewelry box or a purse or, you know, let her cry without asking if she’s taken her medication or if she’s on her period.
Because of my eyes, because of Marlo’s eyes, because of the ocean, because of the sky.
Looking this over, I kind of wish my closet was this organized.