Tag: chocolate

boobs are the first sign

Soooo what happens to you when your favorite sibling and their partner dump you because they are immature, selfish fatheads? Well, let me just tell you. So you know… First you spend the weekend at the beach with great friends drinking mojitos and you try to pretend you are in your happy place. Or Key

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I’ll Be Your Son For Chocolate

I’m an auto-pilot parent. Well, sort-of. I mean, I worry and keep track of the kid; but the helicopter parenting days are long gone. And my almost-seventeen-year-old son, Nic, likes to pretend he was hatched from an egg anyway, so he barely gives me the time of day… Until a candy holiday. Mom, am I

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