I don’t usually share stories like this with anyone other than my husband, but today I’m making an exception. I can’t stop thinking about this, and feel like I’m supposed to share it.A few nights ago I was out really late checking on a friend whose family was worried about her.
I overheard you outside today, surrounded by men, bragging about your “skills.” I saw them eyeing you, hanging on your every word, and I became very uncomfortable. I saw the glint in their eyes, and I saw you eat up the attention as if your life depended on it. I was
Hilarious. I’m heading down the ramp to my flight terminal and walk past the Boston Beer Works sign. My first thought? Ugh, That would be nice right now. What? I’m on my way to California to see the Ellen Show because of Sober Mommies and I’m thinking about drinking?? Who