(Part of the Ebola Mom series )
And also we are humans.
Momma Trumpet left my ass this past week. She left me for the warm and sunny bars of Key West Florida for a girls trip. I joke that when I am left alone that we celebrate “Robopalooza” where it is wild parties, eating peanuts on couch while throwing the shells on the ground, and the toilet seat remains up at all times. 296 more words
The love story made in shoe heaven is coming to a real end.
Well, by shoe heaven, we kind of mean prison, since that’s where 280 more words