For spring break this year, we went to Destin, Florida. Honestly, I don’t remember exactly how we landed on Destin. I do know our oldest didn’t want to go anywhere “lame,” which leaves a lot open to interpretation. I, on the other hand, would have been happy going anywhere—so long as it wasn’t our local… Continue reading I Found Myself in Florida
I enjoy eating. This should come as no surprise to anyone who knows me. But I LOVE appetizers. I want to have a long, sordid, and steamy threesome with Reuben egg rolls, guacamole, and queso. And maybe a paltry affair on the side with some cheese fries topped with bacon and sour cream. I'm sorry,… Continue reading Dill Pickle and Ham Dip is the Best Thing Since Dill Pickle and Ham Dip
That’s just fun to say. As you can see, 2017 is not going to be about award-winning journalism here at A Grace Full Life. The bar is set low on purpose because you all need a break from Facebook, CNN, Buzzfeed, and Yahoo News informing you that, MY GOD, ARETHA FRANKLIN HAS A CHEST… Continue reading Snickerdoodle. Lick a Poodle
First published January 27th, 2017 Do you find House Hunters as irritating as I do? What happened to being grateful for a roof over your head? Why have we become so spoiled when it comes to finding a place to live? When watching this guilty pleasure show, first-world problems abound, but here's the thing: it's… Continue reading Things People Say on House Hunters that Annoy the Crap Out of Me
SPOILER ALERT: If you have not seen the Gilmore Girls revival yet, do not, I REPEAT, DO NOT read this post. Consider yourself warned. Are they gone? Okay. HOLEEEEYYYY SHIT. These were my exact words when the last THREE, not four words were uttered: NOOOOOOOOOO ARE YOU FU#%ING KIDDING ME?!?!?!?! I felt dazed, confused, angry, sad,… Continue reading Are You Freaking Kidding Me, Rory Gilmore?
Also bifocals. And cheese. As I write this, I've had one of the shittiest weeks on record. When that happens, instead of doing things I should do, I do things that comfort my soul. And no, it’s not as Oprah book-clubby as it sounds. It just means doing things that make me feel less shitty—like… Continue reading Comfortable Pants are Why I’m Not a Supermodel
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