Three for the Price of One
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…
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…
Evidently, when you’re celebrating Halloween at an archaeology museum, Indiana Jones is a rather popular costume choice. The Wedding Date and I spent all after working…
Here is what I don’t get about Halloween: Halloween Greeting Cards: Seriously? What is the point? If you’re going to mail a child a greeting card…
With Hurricane Sandy threatening to wallop the majority of the Eastern Seaboard, most sensible folks are out loading up on bottled water and extra batteries for…
This why people get fat. I’m in the car, on my way to The Wedding Date’s house from the Oak Lane Library in northeast Philly where…
I watch enough reality TV to know that there are some very stupid reasons to get married. That hasn’t stopped me, however, from compiling the following…
I’ve been avoiding this post for a while. It’s too personal. It’s not fun. And there’s really no way to even inject a bit of humor…
I’m ogling bedspreads at Ikea when it finally hits me: I’m staying. Staying here. In the US. In Philadelphia. Not moving back to London. It’s like…
Upon finding myself implicated in yet another “Single Bridezilla” debate (this time written by an Australian journalist who contacted me for an interview last week) I…
I have an idea. A really good idea. Better than a jet pack or a robotic pug. (I don’t actually have any use for a robotic…