I’m finishing up tomorrow’s blog post, which includes a little history lesson.
Bonjour, y’all. It’s your favorite former demi-vièrge who used to be super-active here and then inadvertently did a slow fade.
If someone has already shared this, my apologies. I skimmed through the headlines of the first two pages of GT and didn’t see it.
Confession: I honestly know very little about Hillary Clinton.
If you are a Marketplace expert, I need your help.
As part of an intro to a longer piece on compromise in relationships, I'm referring to name changes.
Edit: A FORMAL OFFER IS COMING LATER THIS WEEK!!!!!!!!!!!
Since Beau was fired in October, he's discovered a lot of evidence that indicates wrongful termination. We live in a state with at-will employment laws, but his former employer has a termination policy that was not followed. Furthermore, there's a lot of evidence that undermines their stated reason for firing.
One of my Internet friends, who I've know for a few years now and care for deeply, just announced she's pregnant. She's not that far along, having just missed her period three weeks ago.
A little background.
Beau Mari just got back from getting his boxed up belongings from his old job. HR told him yesterday to return tonight at 7pm (so after everyone had left) to collect his things, which they would box up for him.
Subtitled: My husband just got fired for the most bullshit reason ever.
Grandma just died.
Rachel Held Evans just followed me on Twitter.
About six weeks ago, I started blogging under my own name, which is pretty exciting. My plan so far is to lure readers in with pretty pictures and then surprise them with feminism.
Last night my husband and I took a walk around our neighborhood to enjoy the moonlight. My husband took pictures of the full moon with his fancy camera. Then he took pictures at the nearby pond with his fancy camera. Including this one of me.