I have experienced times in my parenting life that I have been asked to let "all my friends know" about whatever event or another. At these points I typically just stare off into a distance and look dumbfounded. Most notably my Tired Not Dead partner recently asked me to invite "my people" to a Tired … Continue reading I don’t have people… I have kids: A confession of social isolation.
Camping. What sounds better than leaving the house (which we have worked so hard on and paid so much money for) to live like banshees out in the woods? How does that sound appealing? We leave the luxuries of running water and electricity, so we can do all the same shit-chores without any of the … Continue reading Camping: One Big NOPE.
My drunk self would appreciate it if you would humor me though.
I am a greasy lady. I sweat while sitting. I sweat a shit-ton when stressed. When I work out, forget about it. In my younger days I was a two-shower-a-day lady. In high school/college I could have easily supplied enough moisture to function as a household humidifier. Marriage, big-girl job, and three … Continue reading Ode to Dry Shampoo
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