How to Make Edible Place Cards (Thanksgiving Part 4)
We used to have hand painted place cards for everyone. But the boyfriends and girlfriends have come and gone over the years and even though we…
We used to have hand painted place cards for everyone. But the boyfriends and girlfriends have come and gone over the years and even though we…
It’s about midnight when my dad and I decide to stop at Wawa. We’re on our way down to Hoopers Island for the Black Friday Martini…
Somewhere between The Wedding Date’s house and his parents’, I began to panic. Not because I was about to sit down to dinner with folks who…
I am very thankful this year: A) I remembered my grandfather’s car does NOT have EZPASS before zipping through the toll booths on my way to…
Growing up, I never understood why grownups got so stressed about Thanksgiving. I mean seriously, what’s the big deal? You eat turkey, you shove some vegetables…
On Sunday morning, I had a brilliant idea. “Let’s go to Trader’s Joes!” I tell The Wedding Date. “The Holiday Beaujolais should be out by now!”…
Today’s post is going to be a short one because I’m on senior-sitting detail all day. My parents are headed to Toms River to bring my…
Sometimes I have a hard time remembering that The Wedding Date’s kids aren’t six-year old girls. You know: the kind I teach on a regular basis? …
We have 13 people coming to the Black Friday Martini Bar Soiree this year, including my brother, our grandparents and The Wedding Date and his two…
I know, I know: I’m a terrible blogger. I have nothing to say for myself except for this: This, And this: (Okay, admittedly, this last one…
All I can say is THANK GOD! Thank God and the following: I’m also proud to report that I “accidentally” spilled my coffee while voting yesterday,…
I neglected to mention that my parents went to Bermuda last week. This is relevant for two reasons: firstly, The Wedding Date and I decided to…