Category Archives: Shelli

When I was Emily’s age, I didn’t go to college. Well, not a traditional college. I went to the college of Single Mom’s. Single Mom University. I didn’t live in a dorm in the usual sense. I lived in the … Continue reading →

Here she is, our Cat Princess:

We moved her up to her dorm last Saturday. I cried a little. I miss her. Her daddy misses her. Her brother misses her. The dog even misses her. That’s her sitting on her futon, under her roomy’s bed in … Continue reading →

Isn’t that attractive? That’s what I look like when I go to the gym. (What’s up with that bag under my right eye? If I have to have bags can’t they be under both eyes? I believe in symmetry, people.) … Continue reading →

Okay, there shall be NO JUDGING me! I mean it. How often do you change your sheets? Once a month. No, it’s not gross. I promise. I like it that way. They feel all comfy to me. How often do … Continue reading →