The Patron Saint of Stupid Jobs
“All those years of college, and what am I?” she complained. “The Patron Saint of Stupid Jobs.”
Why Did I Buy a Car with 7 Seats? Oh Yeah.
I just might need sponsors for “Cash Cab: Middle School” to pay for gas. And therefore, jokes.
What Early Looks Like
As the fire trucks pulled up in front of my house around three yesterday afternoon, I thought what every busy mother would think: Please don’t block my driveway.
