I think I’ve got sex on the brain. My husband – the other half of our couple who makes you want to puke – is in India for 2 weeks. So I certainly don’t have sex on the bed or the sofa or the kitchen counter right now. None at all. But you can: Click through to read about the 30-day intimacy challenge for couples & follow on twitter at #30days.
So, recently my long-suffering island-boy-to-Texas-transplant husband convinced me that the perfect retreat for our family would be in a thirdhand trailer on a bug- and snake-infested piece of property five miles from Nowheresville, Texas. Yeah, for real.
Whatcha Gonna Do With All That Junk, All That Junk Inside Your Trunk(s)?
Seven years ago today I made a decision that changed my life. For the better. Forever. Happy seven years to me.
Oh, the things you find in a 15-year old boy’s room…
I have been threatening a scandalous expose all summer. The time has come. “Honey, you look like one of those double-stuffed oreos from the back, except you’re milk chocolate instead of dark chocolate.” Eric shoots me a look over his shoulder. Not an appreciative-of-his-wife’s-sense-of-humor kind of look. “Whaaatttt?” “You know, baby, your tan lines. From … Continue reading