…no. not THE baby. my oldest baby. the 6-year-old. This isn’t the first time i’ve posted about it, and i’m sure it won’t be the last…but i guess i keep hoping there’s someone out there who feels my pain. or can offer up some advice. or some new advice. this…
you get up. you walk into the bathroom. you reach for your contact case. and then you see it…sitting right beside your contact case…is your contact…well, the raisin version. all shriveled and pruny and dried up. clearly, it had spent the night dehydrating on the coutertop instead of swimming in…
Well, since my little trip to the drive-in this week where i saw Blades of Glory in all of its..erm…glory, and since i fully agree with Haley-O…Will Farrell truly is comedic gold (but not hot…just fuckin’ funny), i’m on a comedy kick. now, i have to say…picking only 13 was…
