I now know what the next step in this mourning process is: laying in bed alone getting drunk on cheap white zinfandel.
Yum!
I now know what the next step in this mourning process is: laying in bed alone getting drunk on cheap white zinfandel.
Yum!
Say what you will about my dating history, at least I have some good stories. Tonight’s story is just one of those things you have to laugh about. First things first, in brief: really cute guy, really smart [more...]
I haven’t posted lately because I’m here in Chicago working from 4am to 8pm at a national teacher’s convention. My feet hurt, my back hurts, and I’m generally sore from running back and forth [more...]
So there I was, getting my morning coffee in the break room. I started to walk toward the door with my steaming, full mug of coffee when a colleague called after me to ask a question; I turned to answer and then [more...]
thank you so much. now, i don’t have to feel bad about laying in bed and drinking entire bottles of wine. I can proudly say, “I’m not an alcoholic. I’m in Step 3 of Mourning.”
So, what step is Out-of-Control Shoe-Buying???
Hmm. That’s the second time in as many days that you’ve mentioned buying shoes.
Do you have some kind of, well, shoe fetish? Or should I be ashamed of my predilection for buying $19 sneakers at Payless?