How to Murder a First Impression
I was elegant once. I think it was on a Monday. But I murdered it. In one stroke. See, this is what I wore to […]
Chickie-Babe
Never Look in a Three-Way Mirror. Like, EVER.
YEAH BABY! Photo courtesy of my Littlest Dude. And this IS what aging is doing to me. Imagine what the back of me looks like. […]
Mustang, Dang. Minivan? What Minivan?
I drive a M.A.V. (Mommy Assault Vehicle–a.k.a., Minivan.) I have driven one since my second child was born. Yesterday I drove a Mustang convertible. I […]
Vanity, Thy Name Is Really Old Chick.
This is not me. I look much younger. I think it is well established that I have flittered through my chickie-babe days and am now […]
Steel Clad Pantyhose and a Putty Knife. I Ain’t Old.
A remarkable thing happened to me today. I experienced a transformation the speed of which, if captured and stored, could power some of the larger […]