Christmas Gifts Brian is the hardest person in the world to shop for. Not because he’s picky. Not because he doesn’t need or want anything.
While Tweeting with Pesky Pippi (I know, it’s like we were destined to be friends) last night, I got a brilliant idea. Who needs to
I’ll bet you’re thinking that I’m going to have some sappy-ass story with a title like “A Christmas Memory.” Well, you’d be wrong then. I
That’s right. I’m legit famous now. I was in the Chicago Tribune yesterday for my Black Friday shenanigans. You remember how I was boycotting “Black
First, and most importantly! If you would like to receive a Christmas card from Brian and I (and it’s going to be an excellent card,
Confession Friday: I went out on Black Wednesday. In sweat pants. And drank water. At a bar. I’ll bet you thought I was going to
I was going to write a post about the worst Thanksgiving ever, in which my family dragged me to a casino in the middle of
Dear Katie, Don’t hate me. 🙂 Also, side note: Just because I won’t start decorating, doesn’t mean I can’t get a little into the
Yes. Yes, I said it. Confession Friday: I am a Christmas-obsessed-giant-freak-of-nature-who-wants-to-start-decorating-now kind of girl. You think I got into Halloween… You haven’t seen ANYTHING yet.
