I’ll relay a few embarrassing moments during my first pregnancy, when I was determined to do childbirth by the book — literally.
My job dreams died when my interviewer informed me that I’d be selling toilet bowl bulbs and urinal screens…
“Good evening. I’m Mr. Wilson and I’ve come calling for Mrs. Molinari.” Francis didn’t know whether to shake the man’s hand or slug him in the gut.
Happy Military Wife, Happy Military Life
“You’re never satisfied!” my husband hurled at me (among other choice phrases) many times throughout his 28 year active duty Navy career. I catapulted my own cliched insults, too, such as, “It’s always all about you, isn’t it?!”