savagemama: Junkshow Jenny

I like to think I’m a pretty together person. I pay the bills on time, I generally know how much money we have in the checking account and I know how much milk is in the refrigerator. I remember where I’ve left things, I hang up my clothes (mostly) and I keep everyone’s shoes out of the middle of the floor. But every now and then I see my alter ego lurking around a corner, peeking to see if I’m watching. Then she trips over her shoes and lands squarely on her bum. I call her Junkshow Jenny. Read the rest of this story »