Yep, that is a horrible pun for the fact we’re approaching March* and I don’t care. The last several months for yours truly has epically been made of suck and I’m looking forward to all the things that happen once March 1 arrives. I just need to make it through one extra day of February**. Since blogging at The Pie
As a kid, I didn’t have an imaginary friend. I had an imaginary GIRAFFE. This unnamed giraffe would be my scapegoat whenever I did something I shouldn’t. (Which honestly, wasn’t that often. I was a well-behaved rugrat.) The giraffe got stuck in the back seat of my dad’s boat of a car whenever we schlepped to Connecticut to visit the
It’s pretty safe to say that at some point in our life, we would give our baby toes to glimpse into our future or hop into the DeLorean to change some instance in our past. Hell, Bestie Danielle and I usually play the “I should’ve” game once a season. So when I read the premise of THE FUTURE OF US
If you’ve lurked here long enough, you would know that I’m not big on the resolution thing. You’d also know that I kinda sorta suck at the goal thing. This happens because I usually aim too high* and then get discouraged and kick the whole process out the door. (There’s a reason why the New Year’s resolution to stop resolving
Six weeks ago, I was laid off from the day job. The same day job that should’ve only lasted three weeks in 2007. This fact hasn’t softened the blow and I’ve been staving off a major bout of emo-ness for weeks. This totally explains why I still haven’t cleaned the basement. Unless you’ve been laid off or are very close