So...online dating? That’s fun right? Men are weird. I've been with the same person for 17 years. The last time I was single, there were things like internet dating and cell phones but they were mostly only for nerds or really sad people. Now they are ubiquitous. It's a whole new world. Can I just… Continue reading Online Dating: Where my Girls At?
My husband used to bleach my hair. He also used to love me. Neither of these things are true anymore. I'll be okay with the lack of love but Momma needs her roots done. It's been a real pain in the ass but I am learning. It's not only that going to a salon every… Continue reading How to Ruin Your Life with Bleach
Today's prompt is guilty so I will sloppily turn that into a segue into the topic I keep failing to bring up, the reason I haven't written anything on here in over two months: I getting divorced. Nbd. I am guilty of abandoning you guys, who I know live for my little observations and rants.… Continue reading So What’s New with You Guys?
So here is like a blog-style blog. I want to talk about my day. It was a days of hits and misses, Highs and lows, Ups and downs Random capitalizations. That's all I wanted to say. Bye bye. Just kidding. But seriously, I'm tired now. I think I'm just going to go to bed. I'll… Continue reading What a day! Wow!!!
It has been my experience that once you hit your thirties, if you ever say that you are hot, some older woman is probably going to ask if you're having a flash. Yes, I suppose it's possible that I, at my age, am entering perimenopause. It would be early but I never had kids so… Continue reading I’m so Hot
There was only like a two year window between when I started dated and when I started dating my husband. I have three, I guess you would call them, exes. I know for a fact I could contact any one of them today, 15+ years later and they would be happy to talk to me.… Continue reading Serious Saturday: Because Sometimes I Can’t Make Things Funny
In what universe are bikes cars? Bikes are not cars. If you can't crank it up to 35 mph then get off of the fucking road. I don't care. I live in the suburbs. Ride your bike on the sidewalk. When I was a kid our parents had us ride on the sidewalk so as… Continue reading Get Out of My Life