Friday Facebook Round Up: What is Up with Your Pants?
I’m too tired to write about what happened on Wednesday night when I decided to drive over to The Wedding Date’s house and talk things over,…
I’m too tired to write about what happened on Wednesday night when I decided to drive over to The Wedding Date’s house and talk things over,…
I get it. Relationships are about compromise. And compromise requires both parties to give in once a while. But as The Wedding Date and I prepare…
So I’m in Target, perusing the Dollar Deals section in the front of the store for preschool-friendly goodies as I always do when it hits me:…
A few weeks ago, The Wedding Date and I had our second argument. It was more of a debate actually—there was no using of profanities or…
Sometimes writing a blog can be a bad thing. You wake up at 6:00am and think to yourself, “Crap. It’s Wednesday. I need to say something…
So I’m standing at the bus stop, minding my own business, when my partner in crime alerts me to the fact that I have yogurt stain…
Life, after a week-long cruise to Bermuda, can be rather exhausting. So The Wedding Date and I are off to my parents’ place in the middle…
For our cruise to Bermuda, I packed six pairs of shoes, five bathing suits, four dresses, three hats, two gowns, and an entire week’s worth of…
I am officially old. I know this because on Day #1 of our cruise to Bermuda, The Wedding Date and I plunked ourselves down on a…
Well folks, it’s over. No more strolling down the beach hand in hand. No more champagne. No more salsa. No more waltzing-even-though-nobody-else-is-waltzing. No more falling asleep…
The Wedding Date and I are currently in Bermuda– sans internet— but don’t worry. I wrote the following last week so you’d have a little something…
Last week, for the benefit of those of you with whom I am not Facebook Friends, I posted the following: Okay ladies… bikini waxing? How do…