Over the weekend we went to the high school production of The Wizard of Oz, which was excellent, but is so totally not the point…
I’m reading Killing Bono right now and thoroughly enjoying it. But it’s reminding me of this thing that really bugs me when people write about…
It all started with the jeans. A few weeks ago, I went shopping with the intention of getting a pair of jeans I could wear…
Remind me to tell you about the poop armada sometime. It’s funny, even though my mom insists it’s the poop flotilla.