They say the first step in recovery is admitting you have a problem.
While I freely admit that I am obsessed with all things Christmas, I don’t consider it a problem in the slightest and have absolutely no intention of recovering ;) 680 more words
My bosom is glowing. That’s what we used to call boobies when I was little: bosoms. Pronounced bazooms, of course. My grandmother told us that eating our sandwich crusts would result in big bazooms and I gobbled mine up greedily, and those of my sisters, if they left them. 480 more words
Seems like the perfect timing for a light-hearted post related to two things that we love to celebrate — holidays and movies.
We ended October and ushered in November with a week of filming imbibing, courtesy of the Austin Film Festival. 678 more words