In my humble opinion (which, typically, is a phrase that I am quick to loathe, especially in acronym form, but, well, it just seems to fit in this particular situation, as I am not actually an expert on anything—except maybe movie popcorn and anthropologie-coveting—so my opinion here? It is humble.)…
Last night at approximately 8:52, the power went out in our neighborhood. I—and the poorly-timed sharp shooting pain in my right temple—had just listened to Isabella’s rendition of her new favorite book, Barbie: I Can Be President while she stalled for extra staying-up minutes and was listening to Josh yell at…
I’m sitting at my desk right now, giggling my fool head off. And no, it’s not because of the German in the speedo who jumped on the ice. Well, maybe it is a wee bit. Mein arsch! But mostly it’s because, like out of some sort of romcom, my life…
