During my freshman year of high school, all I wanted was to lose weight.
My go to party story involves a bridge, my puppy and a flying turd.
There’s nothing like a little bit of sickness to kick us onto our butts and remind us that no matter how we think we’re doing, we’re not invincible.
A yummy hostess gift that goes hand-in-hand with stories of my husband’s late-night snack obsession.
We’re saying goodbye our first Gritty Kitchen this week.
I love camping. I love it when things go wrong but you stay anyway. I love setting up a little home in the woods, not showering, sitting with a book in hand and knowing that there’s nothing to do but read.
This ice cream can be easily tailored exactly to your tastes. Isn’t that how a wedding should work, too?
When they say we’ll marry people like our parents… maybe they’re right.