Or something like that. Maybe I can make my own movie and change the tagline to “30, Thirsty, and Stretch-Marked.” That might be a tad more in tune to my life. So yeah, I turned 30. And it feels freaking weird. I’m not someone who freaks out about aging, like my youth is the source…
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When You’re An Absolute Moron
Who’s the moron, you ask? Well, that would be yours truly. This weekend, I was supposed to be cooling my jets with my lovely younger sister in lovely LA, beaching it up in warm weather and generally enjoying life that didn’t involve planning out how to find the time to pee because my youngest children…
