About That Phone Call

He’s coming. He was in the hospital over the weekend (hence the lack of communication). He’s booked a hotel halfway between my place his brother’s (so as not to inconvenience my parents or force me into play hostess all weekend) and will be arriving sometime Friday afternoon. I managed not to cry during my preschoolers’…

Who Knew a Hula Hoop Could Get You Fired?

Well folks, I still haven’t heard from Date #7 (and seeing as we’re supposed to be meeting for the first time on Friday afternoon and spending the entire weekend together, this is kind of a big deal).  Under ordinary circumstances, I’d be tempted to smash my cell phone against the wall and swear off men…

My Single Male Friend Friday: Meet “D”

It’s Friday.  This means three things.  First, by the time you read this I’ll be knee-deep in hula hoops at The School’s Annual Field Day.  (I’m about as excited about judging a hula hoop competition in the middle of heat wave as I was about teaching my preschoolers to jump rope.) Second, Date #7 will…

Seriously, Why Me?

Note to self: do not wear hoop earrings while attempting to teach preschoolers how to jump rope.  I nearly lost an earlobe yesterday—several times, actually—and our poor tropical bird mobile looks even worse than it did when I first found it tangled and forgotten about and shoved under a box several weeks ago. Why am…