Damsel in distress…in the bathroom
The other day, after my class at The Second City, I decided to head straight home instead of sticking around for bonus Second City joy
The other day, after my class at The Second City, I decided to head straight home instead of sticking around for bonus Second City joy
I’m getting old a helluva lot faster than I thought I would. Remember the old commercials for the Life Alert? Help! I’ve fallen, and I
This post was recognized at BlogU as Term Paper of the Year in Women’s Studies. My BlogU roommate was kind enough to capture the video
I don’t mess around. When I lose a bet, make a deal, make a promise, I. Don’t. Mess. Around. So let me give you the
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?
WARNING: This post contains a poop story. It is highly inappropriate. It is (a little) graphic. It is poop. If you are squeamish (or eating),
In the spring of 2008, my parents’ washing machine was on the fritz…and being a grown woman still living at her parents’ house…I needed to