Confessions of the Culinary-Challenged
I’m good at a lot of things but cooking is not one of them. I love to bake: pies, cheesecakes, cookies, biscotti—you name it, I’ll bake…
I’m good at a lot of things but cooking is not one of them. I love to bake: pies, cheesecakes, cookies, biscotti—you name it, I’ll bake…
It is officially fall. I know this because when I slipped into bed with The Wedding Date on Wednesday night, his first reaction was “Hey baby…”…
Big news, folks! I’m going to stop whining about life, love and the frustrations of semi-long distance relationships for a moment and get back to talking…
I’m hoping, as I pull into the parking space in front of The Wedding Date’s house on Wednesday night, that he’s going to sweep me up…
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…
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…