I know there are at least two sides to every story so I am careful about swooping in and passing judgement on whatever incursion du jour is happening, especially when I wasn’t there to personally witness it. Frankly, it would be easier to play King Solomon because the alternative is to get them to come to some kind of consensus. It is exhausting.
I’ve been racking my brain for the female equivalent for dirty old man and all I can come up with is cougar. Well there’s a pleasant surprise. For once the female term is a shade less derogatory than the male term. You know, like the only male word for slut is stud, which has positive connotations. Yes, cougars […]
Seriously, I was about to take a shower but there was no way I could tear myself away with so much at stake. Pamcakes totally should have live-tweeted it even though she doesn’t know what tweeting is.
I have a new friend and up to this point I have referred to her simply as “Anne” (not her real name). I used it mostly has a placeholder until something with a little more pizazz came to mind. After hanging out with her for coming on five months, I finally have the perfect internet […]
When I was trying to explain to my bookkeeper what the Michi, Lululemon, Lucy and Acrovita expenses were about, I multitasked by deleting pictures from my bloated iPhoto file and I came across this beauty.
If things work out for me, that’s great. If they don’t, I’ll figure something else out. I’m going to try to not spend one more ounce of energy on emotions that don’t serve me, such as stressing over things I have no control over.