The only thing the amazing Oprah Winfrey and I have in common is the ongoing quest to fit into a “normal” clothing size. To forever turn our backs on Lane Bryant and fit into a Chico’s size two (well, maybe shopping at Chico’s isn’t exactly a goal for Oprah). To eat our cake without wearing it later on our thighs. To . . . . … Continue reading I hate Oprah
When “Fifty Shades of Gray” first came out I was under the impression it was about nasty, steamy senior citizen sex. When I heard it was about some guy seducing a college girl (I think that’s it, right?) and also heard that while inventive, it was very poorly written, I decided to give it a pass. Nothing like starting a blog post off topic, eh? … Continue reading At least seven shades of gray or why I didn’t go to the Y today. Again.