2025 is the year of the snake. Despite being petrified of snakes, I’m here for it.
The blog formerly known as Roses and Armpits — now older, wiser, stronger, bolder
2025 is the year of the snake. Despite being petrified of snakes, I’m here for it.
Watching my 81-year-old mother do vodka luge shots is giving “Girls Gone Wild” vibes … and I’m here for it.