Grateful for Home Taste, my mother’s spirit, industry fam, and my endlessly patient husband not divorcing me for picking a dog up from the side of the road.
Oh, don't mind me, just sitting at work hitting refresh on my personal email waiting for the notification I can pick up my interlibrary loan books. Nothing to see here.
Today in "why are men" a dude I used to bang like ... over 15 years ago, who at one point LEFT ME CRYING ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD, just messaged me to ask if I'd like to .... buy a used bookstore with him?
Sweetie, those margins are razor thin.