Jeans
I got new jeans
I used to be a lot more flamboyant. Case in point: That was just before my 25th birthday. I was young and free (and possibly tipsy) and saw absolutely no issue with striking a pose for a booty shot, because I’m sorry, those jeans got the job DONE. I’m about to be 31, and while…
Come hell or high water or high-waisted jeans
Anyone who knows me can tell you that I’m not exactly on the cutting edge of fashion. Don’t get me wrong – I’m not BEHIND the times. I’m not wearing shoulder pads or anything. I know how to dress myself and my slightly complicated figure. I splurge on good denim, accentuate the positives, and know…
I had to warn my mother that I was entitling this “My Rash”
Yesterday, I did a Google Image search for “shingles” – and trust me, Internet, that is not something that you want to do. I am not a hypochondriac, I promise. But I think I might have shingles. Yes, shingles: a form of HERPES. Julie, the soon-to-be nurse, checked out the small patch of – I…