Thanks, Marie. Like some kind of yuletide plastic surgeon, you just liposuctioned the Merry right out of Christmas.
military spouses
Under pressure at the command holiday party
I took a deep breath, not easy while wearing so much figure enhancing Spandex, and tried to channel a festive attitude toward my husband’s command holiday party.
The Abominable Shopping Season
We trudge up each peak, wondering if we’ll ever get out of debt believing that one day, we’ll reach the summit and achieve our personal financial goals.
Hide-a-beds, Septic Tanks, and Other Holiday Traditions
“Oh yeah,” you finally recall, “It’s the holidays. I’m at my mother’s house. In the basement that my parents converted into a family room in 1977. On the old hide-a-bed couch.”
