On the left side of the sanity bell curve
Picture and Story One Last weekend Mom watched the kids while Tucker and I went out with some folks from Tucker’s intern program. Tucker and I had a deal worked where he would buy me a new outfit once I cleaned the apartment since he was going to do a final walk-through with them that… Continue reading Three Pictures. Three Stories.
Over the past holiday weekend, I’ve decided that the holidays need mental help. They are, in fact, bipolar and should, most likely, be medicated. I’ve also decided this bipolarishness comes from highly set expectations that might be attainable if not for unfamiliar ovens and dry dressing and the black hole that is moving. And I… Continue reading The Holidays are Bipolar
