Grumble Girl is a busy, married mother of two, residing in Montreal, though she barely speaks a word of French (except for the swear words). Love made her do it. She married her very charming, glass-slipper man, and so far, he’s been worth the move from Toronto. He cooks and he cleans things exceptionally well. She lets their children stay because they go with the art-direction. Please don’t get her started on her very, very stinky dog.
After closing her beloved gift basket company of eleven years, she decided she needed to have something else to think about besides her ankle-biters (with whom she’s still serving a long sentence in baby-prison), and home-perfection (Martha Stewart was once both her bane and her bliss), and to serve as a vent for her many musings, ideas, and rants. It’s very busy inside her head. Sometimes it’s kinda funny in there. Sometimes thoughts just need to come out. Sometimes it’s just a bitch.
She wears the fur hat because it makes her feel like a rock star – which is both awesome AND sexy. Her kids don’t even look at her funny when she’s wearing it around the house. Neither do the neighbours.
She has the most excellent friends in her life. Her family, though often far from her, remains close. She really shouldn’t have anything to grumble about… and yet she does. And she
never hardly ever gets to use the f-word in the house. She thinks it’s often good to tell the truth, and be just a little bit rude and irreverent about it whenever you can.
And so Grumble Girl was born…
NOTE: I am wearing a fur hat in this picture – this is not my hair.