If I can selfishly cite one positive thing about the whole coronavirus sha-bang, it’s that I am no longer viewed as that weirdo germaphobe. What has been my normal routine of sanitizing, scrubbing, and cleaning some more, is now viewed as “cautious” and “healthy” rather than “psychotic” and “OCD.” I feel very validated. I will have all you formerly judgy betches know that I, for one, don’t have an OCD…
For as much as they’re such an easy target for jokes, the answer to the title question is yes. Sorry to give it all away so quickly. My mom is every salesperson’s dream client. You give her a pitch while she’s drinking wine at your Arbonne/Tupperware/Pampered Chef (note-she doesn’t cook)/Tastefully Simple party and she’s writing you a $400+ check and is the biggest believer in the products ever. SO, when…
Happy National Dog Day! This weekend I went to: Trader Joes, Target AND to two farmers’ markets with the intention of buying dog treats. Aaaand guess what I forgot each time? Dog treats. Whoops. Welp, my spoiled little princes couldn’t possibly go the whole week without and I sure wasn’t going to go to yet another store to forget again, so I thought I’d whip some up on my own.…