I’m nosy. I’m too nosy for my own good most days. Every day. Multiple times a day.
I put my foot in my mouth often enough to enjoy the taste of rubber and whatever that stuff that I stepped in yesterday was. Also, I’ve destroyed more faux suede on clearance tennis shoes than any slobbery, chew-happy hound dog ever has.
I curse, with pride. I can clear a bar of roughnecks. Also with pride.
This is currently my favorite blog. I read it religiously-ish. I routinely pee my pants reading it.
I’m liberal, except when I’m not. I love me some gay. I appreciate diversity. I HATE ENTITLEMENT. And I bitch about it. A lot.
I have four beautiful, life-affirming, and completely fulfilling children… spread across twelve precious little and four not-so-little paws. They are the light of my life, the apples of my eye, and, in the spirit of full disclosure, sometimes the bane of my existence.
I’m married (holyshitomgwtfwhosawthatcoming?!) to my perfect match.
I’m J. Just the inital. You can’t handle the whole name.