Extreme Caution Advised

My breasts are sore. And not in that great night of passion and the soreness brings a smile to your face the next day when you think of it kind of sore. I wish. No, my breasts are sore for no good reason. No good reason at all. If that wasn’t bad enough, my face…

Arguing With Myself

My friends are likely gonna get a laugh out of this. I’ve apparently now reached the point where I’m arguing with myself. I guess it was bound to happen eventually. They probably won’t even be surprised. I was getting ready for work this morning, and the quote that I mentioned in my post last night…

Don’t Shoot Me Yet!

First of all, I want to say that I love my mama. I love her dearly. She is my friend and my mama. She is precious to me. Absolutely precious. That being said, oh … my … God! I feel that I should go ahead and apologize to my children while I am still of…

Completely Lost

I locked myself out of my jeep the other night. Or at least I thought I did. I had gone to pick up a few things from an event and returned to the dining hall to put the stuff away. Everyone else had already left for the day, so I locked up the building and…

FOMO

Fomo. You would hear that word being said quite a bit around our office if you happened to drop by. It means “fear of missing out”, but you probably already knew that. New words and phrases have usually hit their peak and are no longer cool by the time I start hearing them. I promised…

Good Thing They Love Me

Some of my friends at work say that I argue with everything they say. Well, actually, I guess they all say that. And I would disagree, but then they would say that I’m arguing with them. But I disagree anyway. Heh. I tried to explain to my friends that I am not arguing. That I…