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Progress Like Molasses.

Me: I’m really wishing I’d been smart enough to keep champagne on-hand — not to celebrate the completion of these renovations, but so that when the flooring guy calls, like he did this morning to say he won’t be here until tomorrow, I’d have something acceptable to drink before 9:00 a.m. Read the rest of this gem…

There Are Probably Too Many Bras In This Post.

When I was probably around 14 or 15, I remember opening a Christmas gift from my grandma. Or maybe it was from my mother. Or probably, more realistically, it was a collaborative gift from the two of them, designed at a minimum to humiliate, and at its worst to force me into the terrifying realm of early adulthood. Read the rest of this gem…