You go first…

This morning, we had a fight. Well… technically, it started last night, but we decided to pause for sleep. You know, even emotional warfare requires rest. Gotta stay hydrated, too. So we picked it back up first thing in the morning, like two highly trained soldiers of the ego, ready for round two over coffee…

I Cleaned My House and Now I’m Dying (A Love Letter to My Allergies)

I Cleaned My House and Now I’m Dying (A Love Letter to My Allergies)

Yesterday, I decided to be productive.You know, that dangerous moment when the soul whispers, “Let’s do it!” and the body hasn’t yet read the fine print. I deep-cleaned the kitchen like a possessed woman on a mission from the Goddess of Domestic Overhaul. I reorganized the bathroom, cursed at Tupperware that reproduces asexually, and did…