shrug

I have a SH-T memory, but I know I had a lot of kick-ass birthday parties growing up. That was back when Moms didn't need Pinterest to feel guilty/inspired; they just made rad sh-t like bread in the shape of Winnie the Pooh characters, or jammed one large emergency candle into a Fido Dido DQ cake and called it a day.
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minted

Confession: I am 36 and have pen pals. Truth: I don’t care if you think that’s lame because getting mail, real handwritten mail, from someone you may have just texted back and forth with about your co-worker's flatulence, is still the bossest thing around. 
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