One day when I was a little girl I was excited about going to the circus. But that is not the part of the day I’ll never forget. What could be better? I’m glad you asked.
My staining behavior has taken its toll on my clothes and my relationships. I believe I’m on the right track now. One day at a time.
I suffer from a little know disorder called ‘Potluck Anxiety.’ This humor post outlines the cardinal symptoms and how I’ve learned to cope. Can you relate?
How do I like to spend the Fourth of July? Celebrating my freedom, of course. And that begins with wearing yesterday’s underwear.