I Don't Wear the Mrs. Roper Look Very Well...

  My daughter, Stella, and I went shopping last weekend for clothes and this time to my dismay, we were actually shopping for me. I never go shopping for myself anymore. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve grown to despise it and usually leave the mall vowing that my new best friend will be a medicine ball and that I'll neve as much lick another crumb of food as long as I live. ...more