For a long, long time, I was certain either I am built drastically crooked, or Old Navy has a serious deficiency in every one of its tank tops. Let me explain. All my tank tops sit on a slant, like one strap is considerably longer than the other. Because Alberta is cold, and school buildings…
Category: Meandering to the Beat of My Own Cowbell
The Five Year Anniversary
Yesterday was the fifth anniversary of my hysterectomy. If you’re new here and haven’t read my story, or if you feel like revisiting my epic journey to escape a life of servitude under a horrid dictator named Augustine, you can start reading the saga here. My decision to share my experience of undergoing life-changing surgery…
Blue Speckled Pup 