Today I’m pissy. I haven’t talked to my husband and the underwire broke in my bra.
It seems to be inevitable, really.
Is it just me, or does the Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother media infection set your nerves
Everything spun out of control on my day off.
Know what’s gross? Cat food. Know what’s grosser?
It started with a cough.
I’m a flincher.
On the twelve-lane, no speed minimum or limit, rocky and scenic road of raising a baby, the sign
When I get sick, I get kinda whiny. Okay, I get really whiny.