Totally rolled my eyes at “that’s my only hat”. I find it hard to believe a millionare who’s family is made of accessories owns one hat.
My puppy girl all the time
Maybe make a round of NyQuil shakes for the kiddos?
I’d like to tell you all about my newest invention. Red wine and peanut butter by the spoonful. It’s tastes like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. But it gets ya drunk!
Seriously! Or offer me a snack!
I. Love. This. So. Hard.
My go to is soy sauce, garlic powder, onion salt, honey, and sriracha!
That’s so spot on it makes me sad lol!
Fuck that guy! I hope he turns into the old guy at the club, still trying to feel young!
I’ve dear with a range of men children! One guy I hung out all time, had dinner, went to movies, he came to my job several times and met my coworkers and friends, slept over on multiple occasions, made plans months out, bought me gifts, texted all the time. Then hit me with “it’s so nice to not date someone and just…
Lol! I did leave it on read! Petty Pals!
Let’s see how many margaritas I have tonight
Done and done! I’m going to use a martini glass to feel fancy.
I call them Fuck It wings. Get wings, shake with some olive oil then look in the cabinet. Grab whatever spices you feel like and bake for an hour. Always delicious.
Congrats! Can’t decide between this beautiful Pinot noir my boss gave me or a low carb margarita. This is the hardest decision I’ve made today.
The guy I’ve been dating for several months has gone from going out to just meeting at his house for sex. He texted me last night at 11pm and I ignored it. Like I’m supposed to jump out bed, leave my comfy bed and cute pup to touch his dick. And it felt damn good. I’m sick of it. The dating scene in my thirties has…
Or a trip to the bottom of the ocean. Or have to smell, sort, and fold all of Mama June’s old underwear. Or just disappear for-fucking-ever. So sick of seeing or hearing about this waste of nerve endings and bones.