So, putting on a yard sale is, like, a lot of work. And, as always when dealing with random strangers for prolonged periods of time, you’re bound to run into some interesting moments.
I’m writing this to you from my comfy couch while swathed in unattractive, mismatched pajamas and fuzzy socks.
About 30 seconds after my husband texted the possibility of moving our family to South Carolina, I opened a new tab and began to Google.
At last! I can share our big news with the world!
(Potentially) Big Things are happening over here!
Speaking of life-hack secrets, I’ve accumulated a list full for your reading pleasure.
And so, I did the only thing a woman of words could think to do—I wrote her a letter.
Hopefully this won’t offend any of my loved ones, but I thought I’d share some of the presents that have made it into our daily routines.
Which should come first—book or movie?
I thought I’d divide posting about my foray into Fixer-Upper country. Obviously, as an English major, I’m verbose enough for about three people combined.