The Mouthy Housewives need a break. We’re pooped. Exhausted. T-I-R-E-D, tired, baby. (delicate yawn, kittenlike stretch)
You see, people, saving the world one piece of advice at a time while channeling Paul Ryan Gosling on Twitter is some damn hard work. Damn hard. And between that and our other responsibilities as Hawaiian Tropic International suntan models and Junior Senators from the great state of Alaska, it’s left us completely drained.
So as of today, we’re going on an official hiatus for a couple of weeks. A real hiatus. Not one of those “hiatuses” Hollywood actresses take when they need to have some remodeling work done on their face. It’ll be just enough time to rest, relax and finally finish our dissertation on Facebook In-Law Problems for our Harvard PhD in Advice Givin’.
Now of course if you have some kind of advice emergency while we are gone (like you accidentally dye your unibrow pink or your mother-in-law takes up yoga and is suddenly showcasing camel toe), then by all means email us and we’ll immediately rip those Barry Manilow CD’s out of Wendi’s hands and tell her to get writing. But remember, it’s got to be a REAL emergency because we Mouthy Housewives need a holiday.
And we aren’t gone forever. We will absolutely be back in time to let you know what to do when your sister INSISTS you buy her a cat a holiday present. And not just some lame catnip. But until then, ciao. xo