Food, Love, Career, And Mothers,

I'm Married, Which Means That Instead Of Occasionally Wondering About Men From Afar, I Actually Live With One And Can Be Constantly Astounded By The Strange Male Brain.

When Life Gives You Lemons, Squirt Someone In The Eye.

My Mother Had Always Taught Me To Write About My Feelings Instead Of Sharing Really Personal Things With Others, So I Spent Many Evenings Writing In My Diary, Eating Everything In The Kitchen And Waiting For Mr. Wrong To Call.

[on Men:] I'm Torn Between Wanting To Have One And Wanting To Be One.

Where's My Tax Form? Where's The File That's Supposed To Hold My W-2 Form And Interest Statement? Where's The Mileage Log I Specifically Asked Be Kept Last Year?? Where's The Monthly Check Summary? And Who's Been Stuffing Visa Receipts In The Aluminum Foil Drawer??!! How Embarrassing. I'm Surrounded By Idiots And I'm The Only One In The Office.