I’m still digging out from my two shortened weeks where work drama and air travel threatened to destroy my sanity. Hopefully with the dawn of a new week and a fresh perspective, my blogging schedule will resume.
Too Much Shoe Love
Image courtesy of Zappos.com I got new shoes this past weekend. They’re not for summer, but they were a buck. How can anyone pass down shoes for a dollar, especially when they’re Rocket Dogs? No one.* With
When the World’s Most Opinionated Zip Code and Mine Collide
Like most writers, I’m a bibliophile. And like most bibliophiles, I spend a lot of free time where all things books lie. The place I haunted with the highest frequency was the now-defunct B Dalton in the
Cover Up Maybe?
Yesterday in the comments section, I mentioned how the mall has a massage place. If you’re like me, your brain instantly takes you into the gutter at the word “massage.” This place used to be in the
Creepiest Place in the World?
In my town, we have two malls across the street from each other. Neither are impressive, but one does have the DMV, so I guess that’s useful. The other has Dunkin, which is necessary. So necessary, that