Farewell, you old poop.
When I got out of the shower this morning and walked into the living room, my husband had a sad look on his face. “Bad news,” he said. “What?” “Tom Bosley died.” I frowned and sighed. Like a lot of … Continue reading
When I got out of the shower this morning and walked into the living room, my husband had a sad look on his face. “Bad news,” he said. “What?” “Tom Bosley died.” I frowned and sighed. Like a lot of … Continue reading
Don’t know who she is? Here. You see, I have a history with the haircut. And I’m good at squealing “ernaments.” That, combined with the fact that my husband does an awesome impersonation of Justin Timberlake as the stock boy … Continue reading