an experiment in fashion, beauty and being married to richie coldcuts
If you read my post from July 7th this will make more sense. But, as background: the title above was my mother's deepest insult to us as kids. And this time, I'm going to have to drag my sister Jane into this. (In fact, I think she was the dumber bunny!) My sister and I were both... Continue Reading →
That's what she screamed at me. See, my mom was pretty mad. And even though she yelled at us a lot (we deserved it), she rarely used foul language. So being called a dumb bunny was right up there with you stupid *&*#+@! blankety-blank child and bruised my nine-year-old ears! What had I done? Other... Continue Reading →
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