I am sitting here on a Friday night, watching a gorgeous woman do some sort of phalange witchcraft on her nails with a slew of nail polish and magic wands. Okay, they weren't wands. I think they were dotting tools, but they might as well have been wands the way she was creating magic with them. Her nails were perfection, this Facebook nail guru. I was hooked, mesmerized even. She started by brushing pink tips on each nail with the ease of a master craftsman. Then she made sharp lines of ... View the Post
I Can’t Cook, But My Husband Can! And Other Small Injustices
When it comes to the spectrum of New Year’s resolutions, I generally fall on the “why bother with all that nonsense since I’d never keep it anyways” side of things rather than “I must change my life the instant that the clock strikes midnight.” But this year, I’m contemplating the idea (notice I haven’t entirely committed just yet) of making a resolution this year. So what would be my grand goal? Cooking. Ok, confession time. I hate…no, I loathe cooking. For whatever reason, my brain has ... View the Post