My cross to bear in life is a superb sense of smell. Seriously, I don’t know why I’m doing these little doodles when I could have been the most successful sommelier. I always know exactly where my husband has been and what he has eaten – even when he tries to sneak. The other dayContinue reading “Potty Talk”
A neurotic millennial's musings and doodles on life, parenthood, and the myriad ways she can blame her mother for her troubles.
