It’s always the same days of my maternity leave where I have the energy to be productive (go to TJ Maxx and buy decorative storage baskets) that my day is derailed by getting spit up on and changing multiple blowouts.
Feeling sorry for my husband as I email him links to jewelry for our anniversary while I browse for grilling utensils for his gift. But at the same time he knows who he married 🤷🏼♀️
I’ve been working from home for 4 months now and I can no longer resist the daily urge to tweet about how attracted I am to Craig Melvin on the Today show.
Standard industry opening paragraph. New Orleans was "built on" roughly two centuries of unspeakable misery, slavery, and exploitation for which tourism mythmakers hilariously substitute "joie de vivre." The closing sentence instructs us to ignore all of that and think about food