There is nothing that makes a girl feel sassier than some foam rollers and the promise of good hair. Unfortunately the rollers didn’t make it through the night and so we’ll never know what could have been.
I’m writing this while I sit on Caroline’s bed because P is in the living room watching T.V. and I can’t concentrate for all the gunfire. But it’s important because he’s watching In the Line of Fire with Clint Eastwood and he’s only seen it…
I didn’t know what my intro for today’s Fashion Friday was going to be. But when I finished linking to all the items and uploading all the pictures and pulling out all my hair, I realized that there isn’t one item featured that costs more…
This is one of those times where I keep clicking over here in the hopes that some words have magically appeared on the page. But, alas, the cursor and all the white space continue to mock me. For some reason my tried and true writing…
Wow. They aren’t kidding about that whole killer whale thing. Shamu – 1 Melanie – 0 That’s not a photo of the real Shamu leaping out of the perfectly landscaped flowers, by the way. I wish I had one to share with you but my…
I know I said this was going to be a week of schmaltz and sentiment, not to be confused with a week of posts dedicated to rendered goose fat, but I may have overstated it. Or maybe I purged my soul of all sap and…