It's "tryout season" for those parents whose kids play fall sports -- and my observation is that this process is often more "trying" on us than it is on our kids.
I can actually juggle ... and when I say "actually," I mean literally. It is a skill I am most proud of (that, and this thing I can do to make my stomach move in waves). But I am not talking about the "literal" or "actual" art of juggling objects. I am talking about juggling stuff in your life. Let's call it "Vuv Juggling." No, let's name it "Vuggling."
Iris treats me like we are an old married couple who have been married for 30-plus years, and she "picks on me," like I am Edith and she is Archie. Help!
My friend has taken over my life, intertwined herself with all my friends (that I introduced her to), and I don't know what I am going to do. She is driving me crazy!!
My friend told me a little makeup and a change of the hairstyle "[I] have had since high school would do me good." OMG!