It’s Halloween time my friends. I know that because I’m on my third bag of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups. I have always hated this holiday. I hate dressing up. I hate dress up parties. It’s always a competition among women my age as to who can...
I’m always amazed when i do my shopping at Mother’s Market at the copious amount of terrible plastic surgery. We’re talking dreadful. That Scandanavian “gentleman” with his eyes so tautly pulled back , he now can pass for Thai; and his...
