Stalking Santa

I woke up yesterday morning with a fireball tattoo on my wrist and red fuzz all over my pillow.¬† I spent the next 30 minutes in a groggy stupor, picking the red chunks out of my hair scrubbing the temporary tattoo off of my body, glad I had opted for the wrist placement versus the … More Stalking Santa

Dancing With Myself

If I had to rate my dancing ability it would fall somewhere between atrocious and nonexistent.  It is no secret to those who know me well, that not only am I cringe-worthy on the dance floor, but I typically avoid it at all costs.  It takes a lot of liquid courage to get me out … More Dancing With Myself