My name is Jen. I have a contagiously funny husband, three awesomely gorgeous daughters, a knack for design, a love for writing, an obsession with kids fashion, a secret desire to be a photographer and a curfew of 10 pm. WHO'S WITH ME?
OTHER PLACES I HANG OUT
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Please pardon my non-existence for the last few days, as I had some issues that needed attention.
Issues, you ask? Like, did I maybe get a boob job???
OF COURSE I DID!
Why I’m not afraid to free-fall from the tallest freestanding observation tower in the nation, but the post office scares the shit out of me
Ok, listen, let’s stop and talk about this for a minute.
There are a few things in this world that really frighten me. And by frighten me, I mean PLEASE DON’T MAKE ME DO IT. PLEASE. I’ll do the dusting for one week, I swear. I’ll even make your lunch AND draw smiley faces on the bag.
But some things are unavoidable.
Of course you do!
I mean, who doesn’t want to do something nice? It’s like saying that you’d rather watch the regularly scheduled train-wreck TV shows than the Olympic Games that have trumped them (how dare you! and does anyone know when the shows return?).
But let’s get back to being nice.
Because…. I’m back!
Yes, that’s right. I’m talking to you. You…as in my 9 devoted readers from proper past. Put down that remote, stop stalking DJ Pauly D’s facebook page for five minutes and LISTEN UP.