But so much more
From the category archives:
This morning, my husband got up with Tink at 7 and let me sleep in.
He took her downstairs, made her pumpkin pancakes and set up the ridiculous skate park toy “Santa” bought for her that he and I semi-argued about in the days before Christmas. (Along the lines of, “What possessed you to buy [...]
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You heard that correctly. I said pissed.
That I gave an ABC unprecedented access to my daily personal and business routine over two days and despite my legendary thoroughness, I forgot to add a rider that I receive the Barbara Walters soft-lighting Vaseline-on-the-lens treatment.
That that ex-cheerleader Rachel Ray wasn’t even upset about what I said. [...]
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Once upon a time
but not so long ago …
When my baby godmama (Tink’s godmother. But you were able to figure that out, right?) got married, she had a band for the reception but also hired a DJ to spin some wax while the band was on a break. Since the DJ wouldn’t be filling much [...]
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