Last week I stood in Target for thirty minutes, trying to think like a certain bespectacled, feisty, burpy, stubborn, funny, opinionated fifth grade girl who
I’m not a fan of resolutions. If you’ve been around here long enough, you might remember my philosophy on the entire concept of publicly declaring
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No, Santa and his MasterCard did not earn hernias this year. Yes, Santa was really smart and stayed within budget and wrapped everything in oversized
I just seeded a pomegranate by beating the snot out of it with a tenderizer mallet and now my hands and kitchen look like I