Making my kids hate me one post at a time.
A good friend and I were recently reminiscing about our single days and she reminded me of this little gem of a pickup line a guy once used on me. As I was leaving the dance floor in a noisy club, he grabbed my arm, leaned into my ear and shouted, “You dance sexy — […]
As most of you know, I’m rather fond of writing about my husband. You know, things like how I can’t understand a single word out of his mouth, and how I have to go to dramatic lengths to get him home from work on time, and how I test out his level of psychosis with […]
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