Fifty-one percent of marriages start with true love and end in a law office.
More often than not, it’s because of money — who makes it, who controls it and who spends it. My most heated, Tyson-versus-Holyfield fights with Brian revolve around money.
I’m the first to say it; I’m horrible at saving, but even worse...
Mom and dad used to spank me. Nothing crazy, but every now and then I earned a swat after pushing some very accessible buttons. Playing tag in church, stealing money, or hiding when it was time to come in at night, usually came packaged with a hit.
I’m grateful Dave and Julie had a violent streak....
To mothers who survived the rocky road of toilet training, my hat's off to you.
I’ve started reading on the subject so I can be ready to dive in when Scarlett says, “I’m ready to use the restroom now, Mother. I would appreciate it if you would stock the bathroom with two-ply, please.”
That’s how...
I hate the word “retard.” It’s quickly becoming one of the most popular words in the English language and itching toward the top of my you’re-an-ignorant-ass list. That and “that’s so gay.” C’mon people, can’t we get a little more creative when in need of an adjective? If need be, I can type some up for you.
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If you think it’s only women who can be vain, think again. At least 30 percent of 4th of July weekend was spent talking about Brian’s hairline. He’s been concerned for some time that he’s going bald with your “classic horseshoe pattern,” but my should-we-pick-up-some-Rogaine comment really sent him over...
