Bust out the ketchup chips and pour the Caesars because Netflix has a slew of Canadian shows and movies that'll keep you "right on, eh?"ing for hours.
If I want to indulge in an evening of Netflix and pie -- with ice cream and champagne -- I'm gonna #NetflixAndPie. But hey: Resolutions. Goals. Po-tay-to. Po-tah-to.
If there's one thing I've learned as I perch precariously on the cusp of what I hope is mid-life, it's that pretty much all rules get tossed out the window once you hit your 40s.
Welcome to the land of #noexcuses, the place where if you fall, you pick yourself back up, dust yourself off and give it another go. For instance, I just reached for the tea instead of the wine. I also reached for the pie but that's not the point.
New York City. The Big Apple. It’s the 15th anniversary of 9/11 — just ten days after we’d gotten married — and I’m waxing nostalgic. I’ve visited New York City only once. It was four years ago in November, just before the big election and I had sort of invited myself to tag along on one of my husband’s business trips. This would be the first time Jeff and I got away together kid-free since our eldest was born. I was pretty stoked. Our foursome went to stay with brave friends (who have three children of their own) and off we went. It was cold and rainy on the heels of Hurricane…
I love summer TV because it is the time for fun shows that don't require deep thoughts. Except most of these shows are reality-type programs and I have to pull out all the stops to avoid spoilers.