If you ask for relationship tips from either my husband or me, there is a high chance it will involve an acronym. And it's not even WTF.
Category: OCD
Furnace Yoga and the Year of “Yes.”
I smell like a goat. Or maybe smelling like a goat would be an upgrade. I smell more like a goat if it was eaten by a horse and then shit out days later, spread across a pig pasture, rolled in for weeks, and then deposited on the floor of a barn during a heatwave.
Public Meltdown (thank you, Drew)
God bless you, Drew Barrymore. You always were a Firestarter.
But why cruise?
One of the most common things I hear from people when I tell them we are cruising (again) is, “Oh, I could never do that … “ I always volley back with, “Oh, but you could and you should and go sign up immediately because you will still have two years to hem and haw.”
Bless My Heart, I’m On Vacation: Round Deux
Me: “Oh, I’m going on vacation in a few weeks/days” Random People: “Yeah, but you’re like always on vacation now, right?
The Good WiFi
If your child is experiencing their terrible-seventeens ... you might want to upgrade that vacation WiFi package.
Toilet Paper Paws
Are you there, God? It’s me Jyl. It’s me Jyl and, for the third time in five months, I am back on the healing couch. Also, are you mad at me?
TV Wars. Or is it Streaming?
I know I am of a different generation than my children, but there are still topics on which I refuse to accept side-eyes that scream, “Ok, Boomer.” Take my favorite past time.
Normalize This.
The benefits of a work hiatus? More free time. The "maybe this isn't a benefit?" More free space! Welcome to my brain.
The Quietest Place on Earth
A tale of how I closed my eyes and jumped in feet first, fears be damned. Did I have to jump into the clear waters of the Carribean? Maybe not. But I sure won’t tell my family that.