Whiner of all things great and small and provider of random tidbits to make your life infinitesimally better
Just like her blog itself, Ms. Miffed has random life experience. She began her career cleaning up after cannibalistic hamsters in a pet store and then progressed to a receptionist at an OB/GYN where she was inundated with stories so wild and fascinating that HIPAA has forbidden her to disclose them to you. From there, she earned three certifications in personal training and started her own business, which has been prancing along nearly ten years. All the while she’s been writing, even finishing a book or two. Recently, she decided to turn that love of writing into a career, whipping out a degree in marketing so she can hone her copywriting skills. One of these days she’ll do something with that. In the meantime, she sits in her bathrobe, trickling out posts on vital subjects like “how to deal with Karens,” or “why does homemade cake always taste like dense trash?” You know, the important questions in life.
GET IN TOUCH
Let’s be real here. This blog is an experiment. My mother will likely be the only person reading these, so if you want to get a hold of me, mom, go for it. Tell dad I said hi.
Oh crap. I just wrote the first post. Actually, mom…maybe skip that first one? I love your cooking. Especially your chicken.
Never mind. You’re never reading this. I’m going to hell.
For anyone else who happens to stumble on this…salutations? I hope you like food and cantankerous fuming, that’s about all I have to offer. If you want to get a hold of me for some reason that’s not creepy and filled with naked male appendages, my email is firstname.lastname@example.org.