hey, how did i get here??? this isn’t my beautiful house! this isn’t my beautiful life! some days i feel like goldie hawn’s character on overboard. bewildered and baffled that i’m a housewife, mother, with a closet full of clothes that don’t fit.
this blog is the modern day, grown up version of what i used to do as a teenager … chronicle my internal melodrama in my diary and leave the pages open on my bed, purposefully displayed for my sister, “lolly,” to “happen” upon.
