A Double Date… with The Wedding Date’s PARENTS!
And suddenly, somehow, without quite realizing it, The Wedding Date and I have been dating for six months. We celebrated our anniversary unwittingly (six months came…
And We’re Back, with Free Love
There aren’t too many things I miss about being single (wondering if he’s going to call, then waiting for him to call, then realizing he’s a…
Bad News
Well folks, I’m afraid I’ve got some bad news. Not they’ve-decided-to-stop-producing-fair-trade-chocolate bad news, or even I’ve-decided-to-join-a-commune-and-go-off-the-grid bad news but bad news nonetheless. You might have noticed…
How To Tell You’re Becoming an Old Lady
I am officially old. I know this because when I got home from work on Friday afternoon, my first thought was “I’d really like to take…
My Go-To Date
Tonight, The Wedding Date and I are going to the art museum. Those of you who have been reading for a while know how I feel…
Queen of the Whack-a-Mole
My plan, upon arriving at the arcade with The Wedding Date and his kids, is to kick butt. This way they’ll know whose boss even if…
Finally: The Wedding Date’s Kids
By the time Friday afternoon rolls around, I’m kind of freaking out about meeting The Wedding Date’s kids. What if they don’t like me? What if…
This is a Wine Tasting, Not a Bar
So, getting back to the Flower Show and my grandmother’s annual pilgrimage to Philadelphia: its 5pm on Thursday and a few of my dad’s co-workers have…
Chucky Cheese Might Be a Nice Alternative
My brother and I had a rather phenomenal tree house when we were growing up. It had three levels complete with a sandbox underneath, a bright…
Dad’s New Girlfriend
(And no, I’m not talking about my dad.) The more astute readers amongst you might have guessed that Monday’s post wasn’t actually about “my friend.” It…
I’m Here for a Haircut, Not a Lecture
Sometimes I wish I’d been born Catholic. This way, when the hairdresser at the salon around the corner asks how long it’s been, I would know…
We’re Just Here to See the Wine and Drink the Flowers
Sometimes I have normal weeks, by which I mean I can churn out several reasonably coherent (and typo-free) blog posts in addition to everything else I’m…
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