You know how it is when you struggle with how to write something and then you type it, delete it, type it again and then
No regurgitation today because my brain was too busy obsessing about an alien with an eating disorder
There’s no regurgitation post today because I was half way through writing one and had copied/pasted the older post into my regurgitation when I realized
Weekend regurgitation: Apparently, parallel parking is a necessary evil. Kind of like Spanx, except not as sweaty.
Earlier this week, I took Zoe to a new salon in the village for a hair and makeup consultation because prom is next week and
My thumbs are one of a kind. Well, two of a kind since I have a pair of them. One? Two? Not that it matters