Foxy Wine Pocket is a (sometimes inappropriate and irreverent) humor blog, but I also write serious pieces. Today, I’m honored to be on Mamalode sharing one such story
This morning I was awoken by the buzzing of my phone before 7 AM. Normally that wouldn’t be a problem as I get up pretty early,
If my first Turkey Day as a married woman had a sound track, it would include the theme song to Benny Hill—with intermittent puking sounds.
A couple of weeks ago, my kids and I were at a party, and I ran into an old friend. She had her baby
Foxy Wine Pocket is a (sometimes completely ridiculous over-the-top) humor blog, but I also write serious pieces. Today, I’m honored to be at Scary Mommy sharing
In retrospect, all the warning signs were there that Mr. Foxy never should have married me. He just didn’t heed them. Some days I question
Two Catholic school girls walk into a sex shop… That’s not the opening line to a joke. That actually happened. My freighbor (friend + neighbor)
About eighteen years ago, my husband ate my sandwich. *pauses for effect* HE ATE MY FUCKING SANDWICH. And an epic argument ensued. A. REALLY. BIG. ONE.
Today I’m sharing a personal story over on Scary Mommy in honor of TransParent Day. I hope you’ll head over there and learn more about this special day.
I readily admit to hating all of the artificially-flavored pumpkin crap that assaults my senses before, during, and after Thanksgiving. I also roll my eyes at some of
For sixteen years, we had a cat named Chili. We found her as a kitten abandoned in the parking lot of Chili’s restaurant (don’t judge—I
I do and say a lot of ridiculous things, and people don’t bat an eyelash. I walk my pit bull down the street, and I
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