In my fantasy world I am happily tanning next to the pool enjoying goodies brought to me in a silver platter by Jeeves, my butler. My son being entertained by the help and my cook takes care of dinner. I only need to be bothered when I am discussing dinner parties with friends.

In reality I am a 22 year old single mom. The only time I get to play on the phone is when I'm arguing with my son's father about who gets to have him for the weekend. I think we have a blowup pool in the garage. And I always cook dinner.

My neighbor is reading this over my shoulder and insists bios are meant to be happy not scary. Well life's scary

Comments, complaints, or Hey didn't you cut me off on the freeway yesterday feel free to email me.