So, Dorothy Boyd went and got a new face.
I really hate being a party pooper. I do. I don't consider myself a fun-hater or devoid of a sense of humor. I'm not easily offended, nor am I above laughing at basic, idiotic moments in life.
I have rage fatigue.
The other day, a friend told me that she and her husband had separated. I wasn't surprised; they've been pretty unhappily/indifferently married for more than a decade, but was sad for her nonetheless. When I asked what finally prompted the split, she listed off numerous small things (as it usually is, I find with…
Last Friday, I accepted a new job, and I'm pretty stoked. Mainly because I've only been out of work for a month and haven't really been looking yet, but a former co-worker is bringing me on to her company, proving that once again, life is all about who you know.
Recently, a friend asked me for some parenting advice (RAISE YOUR STANDARDS, PEOPLE) in regards to her young son, who will be attending a family wedding soon and wants to wear something "pretty and sparkly like his sisters." She knows my 6-year-old son is forever in a dress of some variety at my house, despite a…
I was chatting on Facebook today with a couple of friends, and one said "Can I vent for a sec?" Naturally, we accepted her request because it's Monday, and everyone feels bitchy on Monday.