I was a wife and mom–a spoiled one. Playing tennis and creating perfect place settings filled my days. Then my husband dropped dead and I had to do real work. Now I write, snark and share my observations without having to worry about my sailor mouth and love of vodka. The Norwegian is the dead guy and The Chickens are the kids. You’re up to speed.
Grab your Hermes bag and let’s go. I know who’s who and where to hang.