Four Leaf Clovers: Rare, My Irish Arse
Garden of Four Leaf Clovers Yep, I said it. Four leaf clovers are about as rare to me as a McDonald’s. Fucking everywhere. Or at
Garden of Four Leaf Clovers Yep, I said it. Four leaf clovers are about as rare to me as a McDonald’s. Fucking everywhere. Or at
I’ll get to the point fast. The good cause? Katie’s impending 30th birthday. But the how I embarrassed myself part in 500 words or less?
I thought I’d talk to you guys about sneaking out. Or in. Or doing some type of “sneaking.” Me? I don’t think I’ve ever snuck
Greetings Blog Friends! I’ve got a lot to tell you about meeting The Bloggess…but you’ll have to wait until next week, because today is Fiction
That title actually has nothing to do with this post. It was just necessary. Because today is the big day! The BLOGGESS. Is in. Chicago.
Sorry for not posting yesterday, friends! I had a lovely trek into the big city during the winter snow “storm” and think I may have
I know. I know. I KNOW. You’re sitting there thinking, Melba Toast? Really, Chrissy? But there’s a lot going on in this post…so bear with
So Brian shared this adorable baby polar bear video. And then I fell in love with the baby polar bear, Knut. And clicked to watch
I apologize profusely for skipping out on Fiction last week. Things were a little on the crazy side, so I thought something fun and lighthearted