Give me a minute; it’ll come to me.

Just an everyday, middle-class, middle-aged, wife and mom of teens having REAL talk with her friends (or probably just herself) about life as most of us know it. Trouble is, her short-term memory is on the fritz, but give her a minute, it’ll come to her. Things to know: This is always clean, no cursing. I’m a mom of teens, so I will inevitably be complaining about them from time to time. (Maybe my husband too, I mean, I’m human.) I’m WFPB, SOS-Free. Just saying… Let’s see where this goes.