I remember the general time period when I started to question whether or not my husband and I were drinking too much, too often. It wasn’t one incident in particular, rather a group of them. It was Easter Sunday several years ago when I walked into a back room at
The results are in! A while ago, I sent out a survey to you guys on Surveymonkey, and the responses were OVERWHELMING. Just kidding, a ton of people took the time to click the survey; a mere 17 of you took the time to complete it. To you 17…a sincere
You guys, I don’t even *really* know what ISO means. I mean, like, I think it means in search of; but I also don’t know when is actually the most appropriate time to use it. Like when I type it I feel like I’m some weird, middle aged pervert putting out
Does anyone remember when people used to do that super annoying Facebook status thing, where they’d post a daily thing they’re thankful for every day in the month of November, leading up to Thanksgiving? If you aren’t from America, perhaps you’ve been spared this glad-handed way of humble-bragging that people used
I always hear older people – like older, older; not me older, which I am clearly becoming – say that they have earned the right to complain. “I pay my taxes, I worked a full career, I served in the United States Army…I have earned a right to complain” is
I was called an idiot over social media today. Facebook. Comments. Big surprise. I had commented on one of the hundreds of articles shared this week regarding the death of Cecil the Lion. If you don’t know what happened – i.e. you live under a rock – Zimbabwe’s, and perhaps
That may sound a little harsh. Of course I care about mascara, I wear it often enough to. Not often enough to obsessively buy your Younique 3D lash mascara that comes out with something new every two months. Not often enough to suddenly abandon my go-to make up brands for
First, I’d like to get something out of the way: I’m sorry. I’m sorry if you participate in social media campaigns; if you participated in today’s big social media campaign (#bumpday). I’m sorry if you posted in a vague Facebook status where you put your purse when you get home
The Russians Interfered With My Dog’s Mayoral Campaign (and I couldn’t even make this up if I tried)
To say I have had a weird summer so far is a gross understatement of the situation at hand. My summer has been so strange, with odd events, weird injuries, and zany outcomes, I’m sort of just hanging on to anything not moving to ride this out for the last