I would love, love, love to hear from my readers and listen to what you all have to say. As long as it’s not really mean, seeing as I’m the “cry baby” of the family (or so they tell me.) Maybe we could trade recipes, or kids (but only for a few hours, and only if you pass a detailed background check), or maybe we could just meet for tea and chat.

This was the cover of the birthday card my sister sent me for my 40th birthday. She has an uncanny knack for finding the most outrageous, but true to life birthday cards for me. So far, I can cross “get some tattoos” off of the list… but robbing a bank is just SO wrong – therefore the good little Catholic girl in me would never stand for that.