How To Marry A Millionaire.

How To Marry A Millionaire.

I remember the day that I realised that my boyfriend was a weirdo.

It was back in November of 2011 on a cold Winter's night. My boyfriend Jay had been working on the computer in the living room and stopped to grab himself a cold beer from the fridge. I entered and spotted the vacant seat in front of the PC and decided to seize the opportunity to quickly check my email. 

I sat down at the PC, lifted my right hand, cupped it over the mouse and wiggled it to jolt the computer to life.

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Nobody Puts Baby In A Corner

Nobody Puts Baby In A Corner

My son came home from school this week and told us that he is being picked on by another kid in the playground.

A little punk by the name of Brian.

Naturally, we were very concerned. I immediately tried to sit my husband down to have a discussion about how to handle this somewhat delicate situation. But my husband didn't want to discuss it.  Instead, he disappeared into the spare room to 'think'.... and in his 'thinking room' he stayed for quite some time.

When he emerged, he had the following solutions to my son's problem:

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