The world is literally falling to pieces, but….

Sometimes I have morning coffee with Mom.

Love Actually and Cocoa.
It. Has. Started.

Has anyone asked Margaret Atwood what kind of a timeline we’re working with here?

Sometimes the day starts out with a simple question, “do I need pants on today?”

Remember in the early days of Twitter and we had the “shitmyhusbandsays” hashtag? I divorced him and married a woman… now what am I supposed to do?

I guess my presentation this morning wasn’t very exciting.

Fingers crossed this is a place of magic.