keep your Glenns Close and your Glennemies Closer
Being a woman means owning ten bras. One you wear six days a week. One is on emergency reserve in case you have to leave the house on laundry day. And the rest exist to take up space in your already overstuffed underwear drawer.
My daughter watched a trial of mine today and when it was over (expecting praise and adulation) I said, “Wellllll how’d I do?”
Her, “You sure did lead your witness a lot.”
*holds a grudge*
Grudge: PUT ME DOWN!
If you wanted to know what being at the top of your game looks like…
My husband and I are about to take a nap because we have an 8:30 dinner reservation and we need to nap in order to stay up that late.
It’s impossible to buy a mirror that isn’t used
if HBO wants me to watch a Game Of Thrones spin off I want a personal apology for season 8. 12 pt font, double spaced, no funny business on the margins
So does screaming at my son in Chuck E. Cheese because he won’t share his game tokens with me make me an evil person? Just kidding! I have no clue whose kid this is.
My dog is home alone for the first time today. I wish I knew how he was doing, but he won’t answer my texts.