Poor Hungry Henry. All he wants is to have a meal at his friend George's restaurant. Instead, this so-called friend takes advantage of his gullibility time and time again. How, you ask? Read more to find out.
My solitude My silence My passion My pain The effort alone it takes to regain The level of quiet is insane I can't stand it... Most days I tell my brain it needs to shut up Stop dwelling on all the ways I messed up Today Yesterday The day before that It's useless I'm just... Continue Reading →
Priorities, lack of time and responsibilities made her feel like an unwelcome distraction. Guilt drove her away.
I half expected him to spew vomit and do an Exorcist-headspin a couple of times. 'Oh, he's just possessed. That I can deal with...'
...he won me over, the first time he cooked for me. After that, I knew he was the one. They say the quickest way to a man's heart is through his stomach. If so, I must be part man.
What my otherwise clever brain failed to realize while perusing and obsessing over the thousands of play kitchens I googled was that they don't come assembled.
Back in June I won a smart watch, and this lucky event gave me the much needed jolt to kickstart my baby-weight loss journey. Certain things fizzled out pretty quickly, like keeping a food journal, and tracking my water intake and sleep patterns. But the bike riding continued, and so did the weight loss. In... Continue Reading →