She’ll be the perfect hostess, even if it kills you.
“Psst…look at this.”
I make a new enemy.
Learn to say no. Learn to say yes.
They don’t make ’em like they used to.
For all those who have never gone through it, themselves.
Because we can’t all get stabbed in the back.
We owe our longevity to pork rinds and caramel.
I had the chance for a long and productive holiday weekend, but I blew it by getting a bad cold. I’m feeling a bit too groggy to make anything meaningful this […]