Of Green Eggs and Ham: The Vitamix Disaster
Sunday night, late January. “Hello?” It’s 11:00pm. I’ve just come home from watching Downton Abbey at a friend’s house and even though I’ve just called out…
Sunday night, late January. “Hello?” It’s 11:00pm. I’ve just come home from watching Downton Abbey at a friend’s house and even though I’ve just called out…
The staples were just the beginning. For once they were pulled, it was time to paint… On Choosing Colors: Why would anyone paint a wood floor…
It’s Friday, which means time for another travel blooper. All this talk of ceiling fans, beanie baby physics and boys being boys reminded me of the…
It’s Wednesday night and PIC and I are eating dinner in front of the TV. He leans back and glances up at the ceiling fan (which…
I am, if you’re to believe the Single Bridezilla piece in the February 2012 issue of Marie Claire, essentially a wedding-obsessed powder-keg just waiting to explode.…