Oh the memories of Austin, being young and mostly drunk. Good times, good times.
She does appear to like to bake, so we have that going for us, but there the similarities end. She has hot men knocking (literally) on her door. Um. No.
Somedays, I’m just simply thankful for the pants of the yogi. Zippers simply don’t always do.
Friends, family and pharmaceuticals. That’s what I am thankful for on this, the 4th day of November. Friends Friends make you grilled cheese sammichs. Friends send […]
I say “thank you” to the Dog Jeffersons.
In typical me fashion, I’ve been obsessing about what to post about all day long. I hemmed and hawed (is that a word?) about the […]