The Braless Wonder
The European and I are going to the beach today. This means that I shall spent the next half hour or so trying to determine whether…
Throwback Thursday: Do I Look Like a Baby Killer?
In light of last Monday’s Supreme Court ruling regarding the Hobby Lobby case (which was deplorable, to say the least), I figured I’d pull up one…
Another Revelation, This Time in Paint Samples
I have a thing for paint samples. I don’t why, but I love looking at them, collecting them and laughing at the funny names the paint…
Dating Standards: The 30 Minute Countdown
Ladies (and gentleman, I suppose), a girl’s got to have standards. Which is why, when the European texted me to say that the “the 76” was…
Not THAT Kind of Water
So remember my plants? The little half-dead seedlings from the Plant Hospital that my mom was helping me to resurrect? Well, it turns out they need…
The House and the Men: An Update
So here’s where we’re at: The House: As many of you know, I was supposed to close on my little 1,200 square feet of paradise last…
Confessions of a Plant Killer
My mom is, amongst other things, a fabulous gardener and florist. She does wedding flowers, volunteers for the Pennsylvania Horticultural Society, leads workshops, judges garden contests…
How to Date a World Cup-Watcher
The bad thing about dating European men (aside from the obvious fact that their shoes are always nicer than yours) is that they like the World…
Running: Some Vingnettes
Let’s talk about marathon runners, shall we? I don’t have anything against them personally, in fact when they’re not busy posting Facebook pictures of their race…
The Girl Who Couldn’t Finish
So remember how I started writing a novel a while back? Well, I have a problem. And, as I’m probably the first and only writer in…
The (Sort of) Return of the Zoo Date
Last week I got an email from the Zoo Date, who entered my life in March of 2011 and exited it shortly thereafter. I remember very…
The House, or lack thereof
My plan on Wednesday was to march down to my realtor’s office on Walnut Street, sign away my life’s savings and get the key to my…
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