by Missy Stevens | Whatever
Last Valentine’s Day was a bloody mess. I’m not trying to pretend I’m British. Last year there was actual blood, and lots of it. And crying. And a trip to the ER. And, ultimately, an anxiety/exhaustion-induced chocolate binge that would put...
by Missy Stevens | Fitness, Whatever
I bought a road bike. She’s* real pretty. I got shoes that clip in and a fancy saddle so my delicates won’t hurt. And now I guess I have to ride this bike. I know it’s ridiculous, but this bike scares me. The clips scare me, because I will fall over....
by Missy Stevens | Whatever
P: We wuv wemontimes! Mmmm-mmm. Come wook, dey are in da bowl, and I happy! Translation: We love clementines. There’s an entire bowl full of them, and that makes me happy! Happiness. It comes so naturally to children, and I think growing up makes us get all...
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by Missy Stevens | Whatever
Ta-da! The bandages are off, and Wonder, Friend has a new face. Welcome! {Before I get too far, I want to thank Jen from Blue Yonder Design for this new look. Jen’s a saint. A very patient saint.} I go into some detail about the impetus behind this face lift,...
by Missy Stevens | Whatever
I taunted. Apparently, I touched a nerve. Payback is hell, and I have the snot to prove it. What’s that? Speak up, for congestion’s sake, because my head is so full of gunk that I cannot hear you. I had to turn up my Murder She Wrote rerun so loud...
by Missy Stevens | Whatever
Lunch. Photo credit: Robert Banh, on Flickr. The speaker at a Bible study I attended years ago said, “Hormones are no excuse for bad behavior.” And ever since, I’ve felt guilty when I act like a nut or eat a party-sized bag of M&M’s. I...
Lapsed homemaker. Looking to hire a full-time housekeeper who will work for the sheer joy of a job well done and free coffee. Interested parties, DM please. 
