This year, though…
Sorry, Charlie.
I am not sending out Christmas cards.
I’m tired.
I’m overworked.
I’m . . . → Click Here To Read The Full Blog Post: Sorry, Charlie
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So every year I usually spend a crazy amount of time creating Christmas cards, ordering them and mailing them out to almost everyone I know. I think my Christmas card list peaks at about 50.
So, my kid has been requesting her privacy lately. Like hard core.
She needs the door shut when she goes to use the bathroom (yup, we’re potty trained- holla!) And also? After throwing an all-out, blow-out tantrum? She stomps up to her room and turns on this fish light that she has . . . → Click Here To Read The Full Blog Post: I Need Some Privacy I don’t usually do Black Friday.
I mean when this whole retail madness was invented, my mother, older sister and I would head out to hit all of the spots we needed to visit in Brooklyn. As of late (meaning maybe the last… 8 or 9 years?) I don’t do it. There . . . → Click Here To Read The Full Blog Post: Reflections on Black Friday Y’all.
I am out of commission. I had a wisdom tooth pulled on Friday. JUST ONE. And my world has been rocked. My face? Feels like what I assume it would feel like to have been shot in the face and have your face bones shattered. I am having a hard time . . . → Click Here To Read The Full Blog Post: Down For the Count So.
I’m not even sure where to begin this letter really. Can I start off by saying that you are fuckin’ amazing? Because you are. And just in case no one ever tells you that, I’m telling you. Many people don’t really appreciate you as much as they should. I hope that . . . → Click Here To Read The Full Blog Post: Open Letter to One of My Best Friends on Her Birthday Well really it was more like “Oh Shit!”
And used in the absolute correct context as well. Now, I know what you’re thinking “Really Dawana? Your mouth is more filthy thank a poopy diaper… are you surprised at the dropping of the s-bomb?” I know guys. I cuss a lot. And for . . . → Click Here To Read The Full Blog Post: Oh Shiz |
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