Someone in the house where I’m staying is throwing a tantrum because I have the same name as his. And he’s still yelling about it...
If you have a hankering for ice cream in the Mid-South, this is where I’d go. I have a craving for it this morning!
I named this after the cartoon I wasn’t allowed to watch as a kid. It’s inspired by really smart women. Y’all are amazing!
I appreciate pink a hell of a lot more on this side of cancer.
that I’d want to elope if the day came around, but lately I feel like I’ve been living on the set of MIB3 and I just realized it.
One of my earliest memories was the Challenger explosion. I was in first grade. I remember seeing a teacher running into the lunchroom and I knew right then that something bad had happened. They confirmed my fears right after lunch that day. I was devastated. I didn’t even care that the TV networks pre-empted “Superman” (which was a TV series then) to show coverage of the explosion. I sat in my Superman cape, sucked my two fingers and cried.
Fast forward to 2017 when I decided that the only place I would feel one with God was in the Great Beyond. Well, that, and the idea from “The Big Bang Theory” to have the first baby on Mars. That sounded like a good idea.
Looking forward to this.
It didn’t take long for the NYPost to go negative. What’s wrong with the Aussies?!