

I Disrespected My Husband!?
Anyone who knows me, knows I loathe grocery shopping. I mean, I really, really , really dislike it. A lot. I think it has to do with the fact that when I was a little girl, whenever I went to the grocery store with my grandmother (which seemed like every single day), she had to go down every single aisle. Every. Single. Aisle. Every. Single. Day. Thank God I have a husband who took on this responsibility when we married. (Thanks, Babe!) Yet, there are occasions when the fancy


Love Hangover
One of my dear sister-friends called and said that she needed to candidly share something with me because she knew I could relate: she was experiencing a "love hangover". And it sounded like it too! Her words were kind of sluggish and this woman, who is normally never at a loss for words, was stumbling over her sentences. Had she not opened the conversation with a full disclaimer that she had not been drinking, one may have assumed that she was drunk ha, ha. Wives, I'm sure