Month: July 2013

Work Out

“1,2,3 -NIKE!” I stared in judgemental disbelief with a very visible grimace. There – in front me, was the floor staff at Nike – shouting their morning mantra in unison. The manager, or who I assumed was the manager, was… Read More ›

Diva

Sometimes a girl just wants to be a mother fucking diva.  A right, I can wholeheartedly admit, I do not deserve. But…. As ashamed as I am, there are days when admittedly I wish I was a corporate superboss.   … Read More ›

A Day Like This

There will be days that start with the gleeful cheer of your spouse shouting he told you so. Where he will run victoriously and obnoxiously throughout the house in nothing but his boxers screaming to the world of his triumph…. Read More ›