I Think I Think Too Much

Tuesday night I sat on my bed, on top of the covers, drinking a beer that didn’t even taste good.  All I could think about was how crazy the world is and all my husband could think about was how crazy I am.  He doesn’t understand why I watch the news and I don’t understand […]

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Just Compliment the Messy Bun

I was accidentally shopping again yesterday, maybe to try to pretend I’d had a full night’s sleep and felt like a million bucks. I’d thrown my hair in some sort of bun type thing right on top of my head, and I’m not exactly the person who can pull that look off. So I looked […]

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