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…
