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The Catherinette Chronicles
- The Dangers of Sleeping
  At one point in our lifetimes, we have all fallen out of a bed or heard stories of some small child that fell out of bed and cracked it’s head open on the wooden floor. Those poor children. Nowadays there are safety precautions that one can take - people will surround the bed with pillows [...]
- “Suckfest” Defined
  I know what you’re thinking. From the title, you’re assuming that while on vacation, I met some hot sailor and we ended up rocking his boat all night and that I’m going to describe (in juicy detail) how he introduced me to some wild new positions. Sorry to burst your bubble. No, this post does [...]
- I’m about 5 Minutes Away from Resorting to Violence
  If I have to hear one more flipping temper tantrum about how there’s not enough butter on toast, or how we need to go to Putt Putt golf right now (for the 3rd time in a week), or how someone needs a grilled cheese, or how someone doesn’t want to go to the beach, or [...]
- Can I Offer You a Mint?
  At one time or another, each of us has wondered if we had bad breath. Admit it. You’ve cupped your hand over your mouth, exhaled, and then attempted to immediately breathe in through your nose to determine whether or not you’re the one walking around with that stinky coffee-garlic breath combo. If you’re smart, you [...]
- You Make Me Want to be a Fatter Pig
  Though round one of Operation Muffin Top(ple) is over, I feel it’s my duty to continue to write something food related on Mondays, so here goes… Why is it so difficult to refrain from shoving everything in one’s mouth when on vacation? And I’m not referring to private bits belonging to others. I’m referring to delicious [...] […]