Mike asked me this morning if I thought I was addicted to coffee. An interesting question I thought as upon my recent return from Canada I was greeted by a lovely bright flower arrangement set in a coffee cup (as opposed to a vase). I thought at the time, "This man understands me - he [...]
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Mr. Carol’s diabolical plan…
Before I even got married this last time, my friend Janna, who is as wickedly funny as a person comes, dubbed my husband-to-be - Mr. Carol. That was in part because I didn’t plan on changing my last name to my husband’s, but primarily because (according to the quite wise and mostly all-knowing Janna) “the [...]
THE NEW FORTY 