Every time the lottery hits some huge mega-jackpot, my husband starts telling me that “we” really should buy tickets, and I point out to him that he is perfectly capable of doing just that. When...Read More
Category "Random Shit"
We had frozen pizza for dinner — cause we are classy as fuck. I look over at Chris’ plate, and I realize that he has put cheese on top of his pepperoni pizza. Me: Why...Read More