Today is my birthday. One more year and I’ll be in a new decade.
My husband gave me this stuff as one of my gifts. I am not sure how I feel about it. Is he trying to tell me something? Do I need anti-aging lotions? I’ll tell myself he knows I like Biotherm products and he just didn’t realise what exactly he was giving me.
I don’t feel older. I don’t feel like a grownup. People treat me like an adult. I’m expected to act like an adult and make reasonable decisions…and most of the time I do, but a piece of that insecure, awkward teenager I used to be still lives inside me. I don’t know when I will feel like I’m really a grownup…maybe never. And that’s okay.
Guess what?! Yesterday my husband woke up with a cold. Not just any cold though, a MAN COLD.
What’s the difference between a cold and a man cold you ask? Well let me tell you.
A cold is what we normally know as a stuffy/runny nose, cough, a few aches.
A man cold is all that plus a whiny, grown man who can’t quite grasp why he feels so awful. He feels like he’s dying and the world is coming to an end because he feels so terrible.
A man cold isn’t fun, especially for wives. You’d think the man was on his death-bed or suffering a horrific illness. Nope just a cold. But, a man cold because you know, men can be such babies.
It turns out that being an adult is mostly just googling how to do stuff.
This wet sloth looks like something right out of a nightmare.
Yesterday it seemed my Facebook feed was inundated with videos of “cats are jerks”. Well my friends, so are dogs.
With season 7 of The Walking Dead starting tomorrow got me thinking about why we are so fascinated with zombies.
We can’t get enough of them.
What is it with zombies?
Why is “The Walking Dead” such a smash hit? Why are kids obsessed with “Plants versus Zombies”? Why???
Sometimes the seasons sneak up on us, catching us off guard by ushering us into our favorite or most dreaded time of year before we are ready. This year has been no exception. It’s time to take out the warm gloves hats, scarves and shovels… winter has arrived and has no plans of leaving.