Commiserate with me as I over-share and undoubtedly bore, irritate, and offend you with my thoughts on life, motherhood, and everything in between.
At a certain point in life, a woman must choose between aging gracefully or wearing Winnie-the-Pooh shirts and Mom Jeans.
I've looked everywhere for it. On three different occasions, I searched all the way to the bottom of a bag of caramels, purchased with the intent to spend a memorable evening making caramel apples with the kids. What did I find? No sense of humor; and no carmel apples.