The Ice Queen
I'm so cold, even my beverage of choice is . . . just ice. Surprisingly-enough, it turns out Mr. C's preferred blog posts of late aren't even the ones about him: they're the ones about me. Not about what he interprets to be "day in the life" stuff (as in, when he complained that my " 0 F's " post was all about fashion), but more when I write about my innermost thoughts and feelings . I can't decide what I think (or feel) about this. On the one hand, it's sweet that your kid actually cares enough to want to learn about you. On the other hand, it just goes to show -- once again -- that I am nothing but a cold-hearted b!tch.