First round out in tomorrow’s mail. More soon. It doesn’t fix everything, but it helps more than I thought it would.
If you have been reading this blog from it’s VERY INCEPTION, you know I’ve been keeping the top layer of my wedding cake in the freezer all these many years. If you haven’t been around since the days of Live Journal, here’s the very first post on this topic, archived
When my second kid was an infant, I had a nervous breakdown. I look back at the blog entries for that time and it’s not really there. I thought I was revealing myself, and in the posts, the crazy is obviously there, but the gravity of my situation never made
Mechanic Mike, this shortcut through the old cemetery is totally worth it. . . . . I dunno, Dora. My mustache has a bad feeling about this. . . Do you hear that? Like a fist, coming up through recently turned earth?! Which coincidentally, sounds a lot like holiday
Took the train to Santa Barbara for our 13th wedding anniversary. Went to the museum of modern art. Walked around town. Ate this giant goldfish. Drank four margaritas between the hours of 6 and 11 pm. My husband tried to take me for a romantic walk on the beach,