Non-gushy valentines are the Loch Ness monster of fifth grade
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
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
If you read my blog, you know how strongly I feel about Harry Mason and his earrings. And if you don’t? Well, shame on you.
Remember way back when? When Valentine’s Day meant you got high from the pungent scent of roses delivered that afternoon? When you showered and shaved