California born, Nashville living, lots of babies, lots of lifestyle. Hang around and let's be friends!
My Beyonce party hair is gone and we had a 4 am wake up call with our 5 year old with what we believe is the croup and it scared the living shit out of us. Freaked us out.
So you’re having twins? Congratulations.
Prepare to die. Just kidding. Prepare to cry. I’m not kidding. Be scared. Be fucking scared. It's nuts. It's overboard nuts. It’s frightening. It's gonna make you lose your mind. It will test your faith. And you're gonna cry. A lot. All the time. Just cry cry cry.
It's been said, the 20's are for the mistakes, the 30's are for the lessons and the 40's are for buying the drinks.
I like it. And I believe it. 100%. Here's why.
I could've said 40 is the new black, but that wouldn't be original. And even though it took some courage to actually type those words down on my keyboard, it actually feels authentic. But holy shit, I'm 40. Ok. Cool.
