Can you tell someone their baby name is bad?
The name sounds like a medieval horse crossed with a blood pressure medication.
The name sounds like a medieval horse crossed with a blood pressure medication.
One of you bought a tool. The other bought takeout. Court is now in session.
She ruins every gathering, then acts shocked when nobody tells her the next one is happening.
He is twenty four, employed, and somehow my groceries keep disappearing faster than my patience.
There is apparently a gift required for every holiday, season, milestone and random Tuesday.
I hit my limit at dinner, grabbed my purse and left before I said something uglier.
One room is basically storage with a bed, and I am tired of pretending that makes sense.
My friend’s son is mean to mine, and she keeps calling it boys being boys.
Everybody loves my house for holidays because they do not have to clean it before or after.
She is thirteen, lying about accounts and already learning how cruel strangers can be.