Friday, Friday– it is SO good to see you!
My mom is a kick-ass baker. Growing up I would sit at the counter in our kitchen and watch her bake for hours on end. She would have on All My Children or Oprah in the background while I would wait in anticipation for my big starring role:
Let me make this short and to the point: I like chocolate. Like a Backstreet Boys song, I’ve rarely met a piece of chocolate I didn’t like.
I’ve been in Orlando the last few days covering the Zumba convention (more on that fun insanity later!!)
Monday! So we meet again!
As a kid, I never knew anyone else named Jill. Except of course the infamous Jill who tumbled down the hill after Jack. But she wore a bonnet — not so much my speed.
I’m a terrible flirt. Really, I am. I’ve got precisely one weapon in my flirting arsenal: a signature arm hitting move. All my friends know “the move” because it’s the only move I’ve got. But lately, I’ve found a new form of flirting and I’ve been doing it up big time.