Married. 30. Bungy devotee. Native Ithacan. Oldest of 3. Lover of raw sugar. Loather of plastic, HFCS. Square breather. Utilitarian shoe wearer. Chronic gut groans. Too fancy for my own good. Fine paper appreciator. Bag bringer. Caretaker. Cash coveter. Delectable dessert deliverer. Democrat. Eco enthusiast. Foodie. Gift giver. Kombucha consumer. Part-time pragmatist, part-time pessimist. Relisher of Rachels. Slave to SLOG. Spender. Sullen in spurts. Tovah treasurer.
6.16.2008
May I Offer You a Drink?
This is what happens when we go to the grocery store. They say the first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem, so I'll give it a shot: Hi, I'm Lisa and I'm a beverag-aholic.
This is what happens when we go to the grocery store. They say the first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem, so I'll give it a shot: Hi, I'm Lisa and I'm a beverag-aholic.
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