You probably think this post is about you, don’t you…
This is going to be short and sweet.
If you’re offended by something you read on here – leave.
It’s not about you. Rarely do I blog on someone in my life.
I blog my life experiences. We’re all in the same boat. I see other moms, other women, other marriages all the time. In passing, and with my friendships. Some of the same things we might chat on are bound to come up in what I write about. It’s called Motherhood. Life. Being a woman.
So if you really are upset, angry, or just plain seething over a post (or more) that I’ve written – there’s the red x at the top right.
Because if you can’t just tell me by a phone call, in person, or by golly – even email – what you’ve got your panties in a wad over, then it really isn’t that important.
Is it?
And no, this post isn’t about you.


















Bwahahahahahahahahahaha!! I wrote a similar post like this on my facebook after “said person” decided to go all middle school on me and talk about me behind my back. She is the bane of my existence, and unfortunately, when I married my husband, she came with the package.