In other news, I’m old and cranky and super good with conflict.
I grew up in the country. We didn’t really have neighbors in the sense that people could see into our windows or hear us dicking around outside. The neighbors I had where an acre away and we were...
View ArticleDenim is a natural fiber. If by natural, you mean, made out of assholes.
Today I turned the air on. Which pissed Andy off because it’s, like, 68 degrees here today. But, I didn’t care, I needed the bedroom to be cold. I was trying on jeans. And, that is way easier to do...
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Fish.
If my life were a movie, I’m not sure who would play me. I’d like to think Emily Blunt or a young Elisabeth Shue. Like, Adventures in Babysitting Elisabeth…or even Cocktail. But with less backcombing...
View ArticleFish: Part 2
I know you are all wondering…what the hell happened, right?! Ok, so first, I know there was some confusion in the comments and in emails, mostly because I’m really bad at explaining things, and also, I...
View ArticleOn Amuse Bouche: Behind the scenes of a Photograph.
I need you to take a picture of me. No Andy, yes, I need one. No way. You always end up pissed at me… Click here to keep reading! © COPYRIGHT BRITTANY GIBBONS 2012 All rights reserved. This content...
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Big fat rant.
It started with a sports bra. When I buy a sports bra, which is essentially just a spandex version of a razorback wireless bra, they either squish my boobs so flat that they ooze out of the armpit...
View ArticleOn Amuse Bouche: Retail Therapy
Commercials rarely fire me up. Unless it’s for the McRib in which case ZOMG WHERE THE HELL ARE MY KEYS EVERYONE GET IN THE CAR. But the commercials for the Toyota Highlander are not sitting well with...
View ArticleChecking it twice.
You know who loves Christmas lists? Santa Claus. You know who doesn’t love Christmas lists? Me. I should clarify. I love nothing more than to see my children huddled together on the floor, next to a...
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I wasn’t even going to write about this, but I can’t afford my therapy co-pay...
By the time the shuttle arrived to take us to the airport, I was sobbing. Not because I was going to miss my kids, or that I was missing Wyatt’s first ever school Christmas program, or that my favorite...
View ArticleLet’s get Uncomfortable About Finances!
Last week, Andy and I had dinner with a group of acquaintances, and somehow the topic strayed into money, which I hate, because whether you have a lot of it or a little of it, I honestly don’t care....
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