With everything going on in the world and with the Dirty Dancing remake still out there, allow me to apologise for my sad soliloquy today.
TO ‘TOX OR NOT TO ‘TOX
My late mother was a beautiful woman. Tall and womanly, perfect mouth, sculpted nose…cheek bones up to there. Me? I look like my dad. My
HOW IS EVERYONE SO SURE?!
As the seconds ticked by between switching on my computer and discovering the first e-mails of the day, I pondered the levels of soul-destroying, bowel-movement-inducing
NAKED FEAR
Much like that dude from Divergent, I only have four really meaty fears. I won’t go into three of the four of those fears, because
IF I WERE THE DEVIL…
When the sweet little ol’ handyman left after fixing my roof this morning, I was in the best mood. For reasons I can’t tell you,
PREFERRING CANCER…
We were halfway through the second jug of margaritas when my best friend said of me: she’s a complete nut job. I can’t remember why
