(Part One of Spa Day here) At around 4:00, Middle sister and I got out of Satan’s Butthole and parted ways for 90 minutes. Middle went to get a full body massage, and I went stumbling out to the meditation gardens, having not eaten since nine that morning and pretty
Guess where I spent Thursday, my Peeps? That’s right. Spa Day. Glorious, all day Spa Day. At a real spa, even. Why weren’t you there? We should totally go together next time. I decided to smuggle a camera in and photo-document. That’s how much I love you. This is a
When my dad was a boy, my grandfather worked summers as a trucker, hauling produce across California. Sometimes, he would take my dad on day trips. On one of these trips through the extremely rural heartland, they came across a terrible accident. My grandfather stopped his rig to offer assistance.
The upside of moving again is that I get to think about my wedding cake. Because it is still in my freezer. Ummm… Six years later. There were four layers to my wedding cake, and each layer had a different flavor inside. During the Great Cake Summit of 2000, I
I don’t know when I noticed life was life at my expense The words of my heart lined up like prisoners on a fence The dreams came in like needy children tugging at my sleeve I said I have no way of feeding you, so leave But there was a