Happy hour is great until the next morning, when you've got to throw up a pony tail and try not to puke while learning to lay tile so you can have a bathroom floor, because you really need a toilet in your days-away home.
Let’s file our talons to menacing points and rip up all of our clothes, mkayyyyy? SUMMER BREAK FOREVER, BITCHES.
I've finally figured out how to clean my house mostly using stuff you could eat in a zombie apocalypse.
PUT DOWN THAT BLUE BOX RIGHT NOW. Here's my go-to recipe for perfect, gooey, delicious homemade macaroni and cheese. (With a bonus gluten-free option that's just as amazing.)
I challenged myself to do at least one "Fun & Free" activity every day this week to bust my slump -– like a challenge within a challenge.