Lately I’ve been hearing myself say things I never thought I would: Get your finger out of your butt. Stop dancing on the table. Seriously, get your finger out of your butt. I. Love. My. Minivan.
For the past five plus years, I’ve spent each day looking out for things that might cause Big to totally lose it. And avoiding them—or at least doing my very best to soften the blows. Being sure I had the right socks that didn’t get all bunchy in the tennis shoes I forced him to […]
The simple words of another tweet from Jennifer Perillo moved me again on Sunday: “Whatever you’re doing at 5:52pm today, please take a minute to hug someone you love.”
I know, Mondays can be tough. So why not start out the week with a laugh or two—at my expense, of course. You’re welcome.
On any given day, you’ll find me working with words, not food. But this week is different. I’m at a complete loss for the words that usually come so naturally to me. So I’ll cook.