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!
Perhaps I spoke too soon this morning with my long, lonely rant.
When I got home today, I discovered a beautiful, hand-made valentine from my beautiful friend Sara. I suddenly feel a bit better. And loved.
View Valentine
Bob Denver has died. Sad, yes. But in his comedic honor, I present two of the funniest comments I’ve yet seen: “Any word when Bush will name a replacement?” “When Professor and Mary Ann die, do [more...]
I feel tiny. This house is really big, but it’s not just the square footage that makes it feel so huge. Everything in this house makes me feel like a pipsqueak, from the high ceilings to the two-story stairways. I [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?