Dear Texas, I love your parties, your laid back attitude, your insane semi-annual flea market and your TV show which I’m pretty convinced is real (and no, i’m not talking about Dallas, silly, Friday Night Lights). Meanwhile I’m off to …
Dear Texas, I love your parties, your laid back attitude, your insane semi-annual flea market and your TV show which I’m pretty convinced is real (and no, i’m not talking about Dallas, silly, Friday Night Lights). Meanwhile I’m off to …
My family always complains that they find things out last – that a friend from church will tell them how they saw me on a morning show and then they feel stupid because they didn’t know about it. And I …
Roundup, round 2. I missed the ‘end of the year’ roundup posts that every self respecting professional blogger should do because of one Sir. Charlie Henderson’s arrival. That little punk forced me to ‘cuddle’ and ‘obsess’ and ‘sing weird songs …