You see this right there? I’m not 100% sure if you can see what’s happening here, what with the grainy photo and the circus contortionist pose I had to get into to be able to pull my pants out and take the shot, but, well, this is to show you…
My 4th grader is my clone, only she talks more. A lot more. Not only does she look like my mini-me (the girl was blessed with my good skin and awesome hair and lovely booty, but sadly cursed with my apple shape and under-eye baggage) but she just, well, IS…
Well, here I am all sucked back into another installment of the Bachelorette because, I mean, how can I not? It’s in my genetic makeup to watch crappy reality tv. I mean, dude, I was one of the three people on that planet who watched Temptation Island. Yes I did. No, I…
