Every once in awhile, you might swipe right and actually be right. Pic: courtesy of Ellie the “Puffy” Bellie <3

It’s not what you think - it’s a whimsical story about finding my tribe. With a blower.

It’s 3:41am. Do you know where your potty paper is?

It isn’t the way I thought it would be but I am sure it will definitely be the end I have always hoped.

A one night stand, a cat, some friends and a missing blow up doll. How fun.

I stood in the snow with my five children watching it burn and defiantly decided it was time for me to live life on my terms.