I keep getting mail addressed to: Ashley Smith President Milagro And it makes me giggle every time, so I'm totally using it. Let me tell you a story, as we're approaching five years of Milagro (officially on September 3rd! I cannot even handle this.) We'd been open less than two
A few evenings ago, I pulled up to a stoplight and looked into the car on my left. There in the front passenger seat was a young woman. With a baby. On her lap. I was riding alone so I can't be sure, but I think I audibly gasped. I
One of the lowest points I can remember from cancer treatment had nothing to do with me. I was only a witness. 8am in the cancer center found me waiting for appointment number six billion when I overheard the couple sitting behind me. I don't know what they looked like.
The question typically comes just a few minutes into small talk with a stranger. And it stops the convo cold. Them: "Do you have kids?" Me: "No" SCREEEEEEEEECH. *crickets* *whippoorwill* *incredibly awkward silence* I try to bail them out with, "I have dogs instead, they're much easier." But the damage
We have never once done business with Groupon. Unless you count "business" as them calling and emailing incessantly even after being asked to stop calling and emailing. So how surprised was I to find this incredibly strange (and completely inaccurate) description of Milagro on their website? I anxiously awaited their
I often wonder, if I added up all the wasted seconds, how many hours of my life I've spent trying to open plastic bags (produce bags at the grocery store, bathroom trash can liners, poop bags at the dog park, you know). And none of these situations are an ideal