I might be turning into that snoopy old lady who glares at the neighbors from behind her curtain. That’s how I found myself yesterday, watching the neighbors.
My superhuman chef powers caused my oven to explode. I might need to scale back my abilities.
I was not so cavalier today as I attempted to go to an appointment with a new “lady doctor”. I think I might be losing my mind.
My friends visit one of those fancy schmancy movie theaters for the first time. Put this country couple in a new situation, and sauciness ensues!
I marry people. That sounds weird. It’s not that I personally get married TO a bunch of people. I perform wedding ceremonies for people – people who marry each other. So now that that’s cleared up… I marry people, and before I write a ceremony for them, I meet with them first. I probe their
You know we have a hippie van, right? Well, essentially, it’s an old Chevy Express 3500 V8 work van that I bought from my brother-in-law about a year ago. It was the standard work van color – white – with the normal gray undertones in all the places where the paint had chipped off. Go
I love the fact that my last name is now Cavalier. Don’t get me wrong. Being Donna Fontenot was always great, but now that I’m Donna Fontenot Cavalier – well, it’s just that much more awesome, ya know? Why? Because that’s a pretty good way to be, I think. Just a little cavalier about life.