A Wee Weenie Post
I like to think that I’m one tough mother. I’m pretty humble about most things. I get embarrassed by compliments. I downplay accomplishments. But I’ll tell anyone who will listen, or anyone who won’t (“Gigi, quit drinking the pool water!”), that I have an abnormally high tolerance for pain. I base this on a few key events in my life: I once took a hit off of a helium tank when I was eight, blacked out... Read More
