
When I was in college, I worked at a popular clothing store (which shall remain nameless but rhymes with knuckle) and absolutely loathed it. I usually ended up hiding in the fitting rooms as much as possible. One day, I … Continue reading
When I was in college, I worked at a popular clothing store (which shall remain nameless but rhymes with knuckle) and absolutely loathed it. I usually ended up hiding in the fitting rooms as much as possible. One day, I … Continue reading
Well, maybe not, but let’s just say I’m {ahem} several pounds north of where I’m comfortable and I can use any help I can get. But I have an excuse…maybe? I’m nursing and when I’m keeping another human alive using my … Continue reading