Earlier this year I saw P!nk in concert. To say it was magical would be an understatement on par with saying Robin Thicke is a wee bit pervy. I’d always liked her music and admired her moxie but seeing her in the flesh – and girlfriend doesn’t hide much of it! – made me …
Being too cheap to pay bus fare for four kiddos, every day I have to camp out at the bottom of the grand staircase of their school and try to collect them as they scamper down in the crush of students. It’s like playing Plinko crossed with Whack-a-Mole. But this particular day it was all …
I’m sick, right? (P.S. Thank you all for the wonderful suggestions on clearing my sinuses! Not only did you guys come up with some great tips – Oil of Oregano seems to be helping but boy howdy the bread-stick burps are hard to get used to – but you made me laugh myself into a …
Don’t let the smiling kids throw you off. This is really a horror story. Sip. Slurp. Chomp. Smack. Gulp. If listening to someone chew their food makes you want to either smack their lips off or chew your own ears off to make the noise stop, know that you are not alone. And not only …
I am so totally a trendsetter, you guys. At least according to the CDC – the arbiter of all things cool, right? Being a long-standing citizen of Medication Nation, I was very interested in their latest numbers on how much Americans love our pills. Two fun trends have emerged over the past decade: 1. According …
Moving halfway across the country has been a bit traumatic for our kids and, in typical kid fashion, they manifest their discombobulation by suddenly refusing to eat, potty and/or sleep. (For the record, you can’t pee on a tree if you’re a girl. Jelly Bean proved this by first refusing to use a “stiiinky” biffy, …
See?? I told you it was a superpower! Setting down my gym bag in preparation to “shake and shimmy, baby”, “get my strut on” and “shake what my mama [obviously forgot to] gave me” in Zumba the other day, I noticed one of the floor fans in the studio was turned in my direction. So …
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Hi! What did you have for dinner tonight? Was it good? I hope so! Because I had butt. Well, not literal butt – rump roast is actually pretty tasty – but my dinner tasted like the south end of a northbound horse. Or the scent of the newest celebrity “designed” perfume. Or anything coming out …
I told you bananas are jerks. Blackmailed by black bananas. Oh sure they look innocuous just sitting there in their fruity innocence but they’ve been torturing me – torturing me – for a week now. It all started with selling our house. (Which, good news, it’s sold! Yay!*) But the showing process was excruciating in a way …
“Wanna see my rash??” is definitely on the top ten list of things you should probably never say at the gym. Not that that stopped me. “Don’t worry, it’s not contagious,” I assured the Gym Buddies as I pushed my sock down and stuck my (post-workout) foot in their faces. It’s a testament to our …
