When you’re single, there’s not much need for secrets. You live on your own, pay your own bills and make your own decisions because you don’t have to answer to anyone but yourself. If you want that pair of $250 jeans but have no money, who says you can’t charge them? It’s you and only… More »
My two and a half year old son has taken to calling himself â€œMcLovinâ€™â€. Needless to say, that is not his name.
This new moniker originated courtesy of my husband, R. who, clearly in a moment of amazing judgment, decided to watch a portion of Superbad with our toddler son. As if exposing… More »
I never dreamed that Iâ€™d find a guy who would want to join me for weekly manicures and pedicures; that was a chick ritual best kept for me and my friend Michelle. No husbands allowed â€” or desired, for that matter. I always assumed, however, that the man Iâ€™d choose to spend the rest of… More »