Poor Duke

My BFF and her husband frequent a local steakhouse. The steakhouse is near Silicon Valley and is chock full of tech workers and auto execs.  There is a guy named Duke*, who used to crush hard on my best friend. She had already chosen her husband, but Duke didn’t know.

So what?!

Dear Person Who Thinks They Can Parent Better Than Me: Please refrain from turning around and rolling your eyes in disgust because I am refusing to pick up my 30 lbs three-year-old. She can walk. In fact, she’s been walking for the past 24 months.  For some reason you don’t recognize the oldest known power […]