• A to Z Challenge,  Hunting

    The letter S.

    I have to hand it to the man. I’ve been writing on this blog for eight years. The majority of those blog posts are starring Scott, my husband. Scott doesn’t care what I write about on my blog. Or doesn’t know. Scott doesn’t read my blog because “I live the blog.” He’s right. He hears “blog posts” from me every day. But that doesn’t stop me from putting him in the center of some classic posts – The Jockstrap, Men Get Epidurals Too, and The Rack. I think he’s the funnier one of the two of us. He’s the easier one to talk to and he has a quicker wit when put on the…

  • Hunting,  Womanhood

    Emma’s upgrade.

    Me: EMMA! Stop! Give me the razor. Never shave side-to-side! You’ll cut yourself. Here, watch again. Start at ankle and go up. Don’t press too hard. Emma: Oh. Ok. Ok. Got it. Emma shaves her legs now. She asked me a few weeks ago if I could teach her how to shave her legs. She said her leg hair bothers her when she wears pants. I gave the go-ahead. Scott got voted off womanhood island. “No, absolutely not. She’s too young,” can paddle itself back to the roars in the man jungle. I told Emma she must keep it a secret from her 6-year-old going on 17-year-old younger sister. I assumed she wouldn’t say…