Neighbors… can’t live with ’em, can’t bump ’em off without serious jail time, amirite?
It was an expensive card and I had to reorder another batch because I underestimated how many people my husband actually wanted to send the card to.
We’re talking lockdowns, New Years in our pajamas, and a lot of crossed fingers that 2021 won’t be such an absolute trashferno.
Dear daughter, don’t worry. Your private bath suite arrives when your brother leaves for college. And it should be pristine, always, as you’ll be its only user.
The other night we decided to do a little take-out and were down to two options: Mexican or Chinese. Unfortunately, there really aren’t any exceptional choices around us for either, so we ventured over to the Google reviews to help us decide. Based on the glowing 5-star reviews, we narrowed in on one Chinese restaurant […]
What a year it’s been! I got to know my cat better, specifically her cleaning rituals, and I became besties with my grocery delivery person. What. A. Year.
Dear Pandemic, it’s almost time to break up, and I’m a little sad. I’ll miss not having to wear pants, but once we’re vaccinated, we’ll be bidding farewell.
I become enraged at the thought that my money is going straight into the pockets of some bigwig spending the holidays on the slopes in Vail.