Honesty is essential to a happy marriage. Unless we're talking about ice cream.
It feels so nice to be noticed. Or... not.
Eating a cookie while driving to the gym: A memoir
Just workshopping a few titles for my hypothetical autobiography.
Best of fauxfringe: Cheesesteak
Every now and then, I like to look back on some of my favorite and most well-received blog posts. Here's one from about 5 years ago about a terrible guy I met at the gym: Cheesesteak. I still think about him from time to time. Of course, I'm sure we all wish him the best.…
Forget the gym
I've decided I'm going to wear cycling shorts under all of my outfits every day. Honestly, I don't understand why people don't do that all of the time. What's the point of working out when you can wear cycling shorts that just smoosh everything into all the right places and trick people into thinking you were…
The day I learned how to twerk
A few weeks ago, I learned how to twerk. Remember that one time I went to Zumba? Yeah, it was kind of like that. You see, one of my coworkers had recently attended a dance workout class at a local community center with some of her friends. It was called "B Fab Fitness,"and it was basically an…