Today I woke up 30 minutes later than I should have. I woke my kids up 15 minutes later than I should have. I sat in traffic for an hour and a half in just one leg of my commute. … Continue reading
Wine doesn’t point out my flaws. She makes them disappear. And says, “you’ll never be a domestic goddess but at least you’re pretty.”
Sometimes my day blows a fat one. Wine whispers, “Tell me who did this to you. I will kill them.” And then I smile.
Wine never asks me to put her socks on, yells that her left sock feels funny, rips it off, throws it across the room, then flails around like a fish out of water.
I’ve never accused wine of breaking promises. Or crushing dreams. On the contrary, wine tells me to dream. Dream bigger. It’s all possible.
Even bad wine is good.
Wine’s classy. I’m classy. So, Heaven wanted us together.
Today was a fun day. I arrived to work on time for a 9 am meeting. Gross. Could we all agree as one nation under God that meetings should only take place between the hours of 10 am and 11:30 … Continue reading
I’m not a sentimental person. I don’t like to feel feelings that might make me cry, even happy cry. So I keep myself too busy to reflect. But right now, as I hide in the bathroom from my kids, I … Continue reading