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I’m a bit of an eater. Okay, maybe that’s an understatement. It’s like saying Tiger Woods dabbles in golf, or that Kayne West is only a slight douchebag.
This girl loves to eat and doesn’t like anything to stand in the way of her and any sort of dipping sauce.
So when I went to lunch with my friend Scissorhands (not her real name) and her mom, I was there for the company, but I was also there for the food!
I arrived and we began chit chatting and catching up, all the while pretending as if I was interested in our conversation and not the appetizers at the table next to. (Would it kill them to offer their neighbor a bite of their dip?) READ MORE
My bed is next to my closet and the doors of the closet are all mirrors. So, nearly every morning, I wake up and the first thing I see is my own reflection. And let me tell you, it’s a sobering way to start the day.
Now, to be sure, there are some days that I see my reflection and my eyes are all full of sleep and haze and I think, “Damn. Look how cute I am!”
But most days, I see my cheeks sagging pillow-ward, my breasts sliding precipitously into the mattress, and my stomach (when I’ve kicked off the covers) looking like dough that’s risen past the confines of the pan. And I think, “Damn! What the hell happened to you?” READ MORE
If you’ve ever had a major party, or a wedding, or an epic Memorial Day barbecue, then chances are you sent out invitations. And if you sent out invitations, then ask yourself this: why didn’t you invite me?
Oh no, wait, that’s not the question I was going to have you ask yourself (although it IS a valid one).
The question you should ask yourself is, “Did anyone RSVP?”
More and more, it seems like the RSVP is ignored. I’m not sure if people get busy and forget, or if RSVP considered a mere suggestion, or if people ignore it because they think it’s just an antiquated leftover from the quaint days of yesteryear (sort of like how we still open letters with “Dear So-and-So,” even if we hate So-and-So’s guts and don’t consider them “dear” even in the slightest). Whatever the case, fewer and fewer people are bothering to répondez, s’il vous plaît these days. READ MORE
I’m going through a change of life. Not THE change of life, but I’m definitely in the throes of a major life change.
With the last of our four children leaving for college next year, the obvious change is that we won’t need all this space any longer. The five-bedroom house is already too breezy, too quiet. But as I ready myself for the move to a smaller place, I’m feeling a definite shift happening within.
I’m buying ponchos.
And flowy tops.
Drinking Irish coffee and checking out condos “in town.” READ MORE