I’ve been over thinking again, dammit, and this time it is about assholes. Ok here we go... It’s the little assholes in life that really irk me the most. This is my love letter to five recent assholes I’ve met.



To the dude that I smile and wave on and allow to cut in front of me in evening rush hour traffic while I’m racing to pick up my daughter before pre-school closes and they call child welfare on me for not being there on time and then charge me one dollar for every minute I’m… Continue

Every Tuesday I do something shocking, scandalous and highly unorthodox by modern standards. When I tell people about this dirty little thing I do I usually get a weird glazed over look, followed by a slight head tilt, awkward pause and then a response of… “really?”.





I am sure you’re wondering what my dark and dirty little secret is. Cue the ominous music and steady yourself for this ladies… every Tuesday I sit down and have dinner with my former in-laws. Yes, that’s right, the… Continue

My ex-husband, God bless him, was a douche bag. He put his career first, his mistress second, fantasy football third and coming in a distant fourth was his family.



That said, I must confess that there are days that I come home and miss the selfish bastard. Three and a half years after our "Black October" my brain knows that it is not him I miss anymore. Though my heart misses having someone to come home and share the victories of the day with I’ve become accustom to the adult… Continue