La Dolce Gilda
But sometimes she wasn't funny at all, but rather brilliantly complicated and beautiful. It's weird, I still cry at the end.
But sometimes she wasn't funny at all, but rather brilliantly complicated and beautiful. It's weird, I still cry at the end.
I live in Ohio, we have a term here called "lake effect," and up until three days ago, all I owned to get me through the winter was a 4X men's fleece jacket I bought when I was nine months pregnant five years ago.
It was like the best episode of Glee that never aired. It was all the epic mash-up goodness without all the angst and puberty.
Ladies, I want to read about your bodies.
Like, I need a Holy Water flavored enema, wrong.
Dude, if I had an invisibility cape, you wouldn't see me right now. I'd be naked, in the corner, watching AbFab with noise canceling headphones on.
But the thing is, our kids are starting to make memories and the cognitive ability to call us out on our shit. We had a good run, Andy and I, but the vacation is over, and we're going to have to take this family shit to the next level.
Really, Ryan Murphy? All the things? You have to destroy all the things at once? Whatever, my waistband hate you and I'm not talking to you anymore.
I've cleared my schedule, put clean sheets on the bed, and stocked up on Visine, because mama's not stopping 'til this book is done.
We danced to Into the Mystic by Van Morrison, choreographed by the two bottles of champagne in the limo. It was not recorded.