Of hammocks and pomegranates
the snarky manifesto of a phoenix feminist-atheist-chefwannabe-coffeeaddict-thinksshecandoyoga teacher type pesron.
other descriptions of possible interest:
werita spanish interpreter
cheese hater-wine lover
fits well in small spaces
former graywater system installer
multiple-time failed gardener
other descriptions of possible interest:
werita spanish interpreter
cheese hater-wine lover
fits well in small spaces
former graywater system installer
multiple-time failed gardener
Who I Follow
My kids: Moooom, you can’t “rock out” to The Strokes!
Me: Oh hell yes I can! (Turn volume all the way up, roll down windows, and make the sign of the horns in front of all their friends).
Based on my assertions to my mom that despite the radio being on volume 20, you cannot rock out to Fleetwood Mac or Elton John.
