The Problem with Vacuuming in the Nude
Evidently my grandmother used to vacuum in the nude. I won’t tell you how I came across this little tidbit of information but I will tell…
Wedding Stationary? What Wedding Stationary?
We’re in The Wedding Date’s car on our way out of town for the weekend when it suddenly hits me. “Oh my God I forgot to…
Just Call Me Julie Andrews
Most women, upon finding themselves alone in their boyfriend’s house for the afternoon, would take advantage of the opportunity to snoop. But not me: I’m rearranging…
Don’t Go to Body Pump with Your Mother
With The Wedding Date still alive and our cruise to Bermuda just a month and a half away, I decided to accompany my mother to the…
How to Kill Your Boyfriend and Make it Look Like an Accident
Step 1: Get drunk—not super drunk but at least marginally tipsy and make sure you have a good excuse. Mine, for example, was the fact that…
Prom: Awkward Teenagers at the Philadelphia Museum of Art
For all the hullabaloo of my Senior Prom and the associated hoopla of the central New Jersey homeschool community, I’m not sure that going to prom…
You Can’t Stand Under My Umbrella, its BROKEN!
With just a few days till my final student recitals of the year, it’s time to put the finishing touches on all of their pieces before…
My Boyfriend The Turtle Whisperer
The Wedding Date is not an animal person, which is why I thought I was dreaming when he pulled over en route to Hooper’s Island to…
The Idiot’s Guide to Making Your Own Business Cards
Seeing as the entire point of my trip to Colorado for the TBEX conference was to network, it kind of sucked when I ran out of…
Heaven is a Down Pillow- Or Six
I have officially died and gone to heaven. And by heaven, I mean Denver, Colorado. Specifically The Oxford Hotel, a luxury “boutique” hotel in the heart…
The Non-ultimatum Ultimatum
Fear is a powerful motivator. I know this because for the first time in my relationship with The Wedding Date—actually, for the first time in my…
A Chink in the Armor
Today marks the start of the Philadelphia Writer’s Conference. This means—amongst other things—that I will probably find myself in the throes of an existential crisis in…
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