Picture it: Long Island, New York. Summertime. June, to be exact. A warm, but not hot, sunny afternoon. The only sound you can hear is that of the gentle breeze blowing through the trees. My husband and I were visiting his 90-something-year-old grandfather with our four-year-old black lab, Oakley. We were just getting ready to… Continue reading It’s Better to Ask for Forgiveness Than to Ask for Permission
Ok, let’s be real about public bathrooms. Ladies, what the actual fuck is going on in there? How is it possible to get so much pee on the toilet seat? It’s not even like you have to aim at anything. I can maybe understand if you are hovering and a couple of drops get on… Continue reading Let’s Be Real About Public Bathrooms
A couple of weeks ago, my husband and I were supposed to run a race together. I was supposed to run the 5k/10k challenge and he was going to do the 5k. I was really excited about this race and had been looking forward to it for weeks. I was going to get three medals… Continue reading Do You Ever Get In Your Own Way?
Do you believe in love at first sight? If not, then I’m guessing you’ve never met a two-year-old with a brand-new Disney Princess sticker. The instantaneous love and devotion that a toddler can have for a sticker is unlike anything I’ve ever seen before. Like, stage five clinger type love and devotion. Borderline obsessive love… Continue reading The Disney Princess Sticker Meltdown of 2018
Ok, let’s be real about filters. Some of y’all filter your pictures so much that it must be hard for people to recognize you in real life. People are going to start being disappointed when they meet you in person and realize that you don’t actually have flawless skin, floppy dog ears, or specks of… Continue reading Let’s Be Real About Filters
Over the last couple of months, I have been going through my own personal hell. I have finally decided to share my story because pain shared is pain lessened. Months ago, we ordered a bunch of new furniture for our new house, including a beautiful power recliner for my husband. He has been talking about… Continue reading Living in Recliner Hell
Why is it that people think that every married woman over the age of 30 is dying to have children? Let me tell you something. They’re not. I’m 34 years old, I’ve been married for over seven years, and I would rather lose a limb than have a child. I have never wanted children. Not… Continue reading Dog Mom AF