With all the crazy minivan drivers, grocery stores that actually close, bunny infestations, bizarre “energy gummies”, fake boobs at the pool, pumpkin patch frolicking, early holiday light hanging, and all the rest of the suburban wackiness, it’s been a hell of a year.
Still… I’m sitting here in a stupid-comfy track suit, my father’s heart is a tiny bit bionic and as big and pure as ever, my insanely adorable kid is thriving and growing, and I finally found a killer hair stylist.
2013 was not too shabby.
Just Sayin’.
Reluctantly Suburban 