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Category Archives: marital bliss
It’s the last day of school for my kids, and I’m already crying. No, no…not just because I’m completely unprepared for summer. I’m crying because my two elementary school-aged kids are sad to say goodbye to their beloved teachers and … Continue reading
Man-Flu. Twice in one month. Do you feel me, ladies? I could just stop there and know you’d all be like, “Aw HAYLE NO. We’re starting a vacation fund for you.” But I’m going to tap into my pain like … Continue reading
So, it’s Valentine’s Day. And to celebrate, I wrote a little something about a news story that piqued my interest the other day. It’s a story about marriage, sex, and foul play—emphasis on the foul… I had a hard time … Continue reading
Hello friends! (::sniff sniff, wag wag, lick lick::) I’ve been missing you! Sorry to stay away for so long. I’m totally engrossed in a book. It’s a book that I’ve read at least twice before, maybe three times. But it’s … Continue reading
Just because Halloween’s over doesn’t mean all scary things have to be packed away. Picture this: it’s a cold, dark, rainy night. I’m in my jammies, on the couch, under my favorite blanket, watching the election results and playing Words … Continue reading
I don’t watch a lot of news these days. It’s a conscious choice. My soft little brain simply just cannot tolerate all the negativity and fear mongering. It brings me down. Big time. So I go about my business most … Continue reading