I’m Tori or, as some readers call me, T-Dawg, What’s Wrong With You, Ice T Hold The Lemon.
I’m not one for long walks on the beach, candle lit dinners, or slow jazz. A 2-liter of Diet Coke with Peter Gallagher sounds downright dreamy.
But why are you trying to woo me? I’m married.
In fact, I failed the old eggshell vs. hard white vs. soft white test so hard that I let blog readers plan our entire wedding.
You can read about that wacky matrimonial masterpiece here.
I’m a Music City mama, sharing my outstanding accomplishments in the field of parenting
(read: who knew Wham! was not an acceptable baby Halloween costume?)
I’m a serial smiler.
I’m a solo flash mob dancer.
I’m a hot mess.
Despite my shortcomings I lucked out with a gaggle of hilarious and brilliant readers. Our post-post conversations are better than any post I write, and I am forever in awe of their wit and great hair and super cute boyfriends. Also, I always wanted to sit at the cool kids’ table.
More than anything, I find humor in the humdrum and write all about the extraordinary things we think are quite ordinary.
My personal mission is to (after winning a hot dog eating contest and teaching my kid some Tupac wisdom) show that there is no boring life.
So pull up a seat, that 2-liter of Diet Coke. Prizes awarded to anyone who gets Peter Gallagher to show up to this party.
And let’s ramble on.
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