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Housewife Is Not A Nice Name

A typical Tuesday morning at my house. NOT. My husband called me a housewife the other night. Boy, did it hurt. Those words felt like the equivalent of him punching me in the stomach. It was as if he had told me that my last blog post sucked or worse, that my vagina was too...

Black (Snake) Friday

My Friday didn’t start off too well. I didn’t sleep well the night before. I woke up to a messy house. And my toe, that I dropped a Lucite pepper grinder on a few days prior, was throbbing. And then a few other things happened that led to the following tweets. Because tweeting about things,...

Me, RB and My Underwear Drawer

RB on the bathroom floor Have you ever left something somewhere that it doesn’t belong for so long that now, it seems as if it belongs there? I have. Last week, on one of my middle-of-the-night pees, I stepped on something squishy in the bathroom. I was kind of grossed out because it was dark...

Valentine’s Day Ode To My Old Plaid Couch

I thought about my old plaid couch the other day.The one I bought from Rooms to Go, with matching love seat, coffee table and two matching end tables.All for under $1,000.Signifying a new phase in life.Moving in to a new house with husband, toddler and another on the way. The couch where my son held...

Seduced By A French Bench

Back in January, when the temperatures in South Florida were cool, the New York Times featured the Louisiane Bench on the front page of their Home Section. It was the kind of bench that resides in Parisian parks but it was a beautiful, deep red color. And for some reason, I fell in love. I...

Cleaning House

I’m cleaning house. Literally. Yesterday was my longtime cleaning lady’s last day. A few people think I’m crazy for letting her go. She didn’t charge too much, only came every other week and kept me from having to clean the toilets. (You don’t want to know about my husband’s digestive system.) And there are a...