In five days, my son will be 20. I can hardly remember life without that boy, but tell me, WHERE DID 20 YEARS GO? Seriously, people?
I can’t help but think this new egg freezing benefit has an underlying “work harder, work longer for us, you won’t miss out on the baby thing” current. Am I overthinking it?
After my “potato chips with everything” diet, i am currently in calorie counting mode, but a girl still needs a little sumthin’ sumthin’ for dessert, right?
Donald Trump thinks Obama’s mentally ill. Money can’t buy intelligence, can it?
He’s adorable, I’d pick him, too.
BHS girls varsity soccer play under the lights at B.U. tonight! Go, Ally!
On the bunion front (or foot): I am currently in my sneakers, some boots I already had, and going to physical therapy. Sadly, I must report that it’s hard to walk. It hurts. But I am only in the beginning stages of recovery. I have seven more weeks to go. Patience is everything (arghhhhh).
It’s October. It’s 70 degrees. I’m not complaining.