Oh, summer barbecues. I went to high school in Texas, the king of the backyard BBQ. But before that, I dwelled in the land of catfish fries and crawfish boils.
Both places get too hot to handle in the summer, especially when you’re afflicted with that unfriendly monthly visitor. As unpleasant as she can be during the cooler months, she’s an unimaginably cruel mistress in the season of white shorts and sweat. Continue reading OMG. BBQ. PMS. (Or, How to Ruin Your Favorite Summer Outfit)
Just from that sentence, “The one week you shouldn’t wear khaki”, I know some of my readers are smirking behind your computer screens. You know what I’m talking about: that time when your light-colored bottoms are in seven days of perpetual placebo-pill peril.
“Ew!” you exclaim. Yes, ew, but come on. We’re women, we all have to deal with it twelve times a year, so let’s get over the pretending-we-don’t-do-anything-gross drama and have an honest conversation, shall we? Continue reading The One Week You Shouldn’t Wear Khaki
