The Goldfish Massacre of 2015

If there’s one rule I abide by in life, it is don’t trust a man with a mullet.  Maybe that’s shallow, yes, but it hasn’t led me astray thus far.  Needless to say, after a long day of work, no sleep, and no food, when he sat down next to me in his over-sized, full-body … More The Goldfish Massacre of 2015

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