You Know You Live With Your Parents When…
The other day I noticed a new library book on the coffee table. It belonged to my mother and bore the title “How to Raise Your…
The other day I noticed a new library book on the coffee table. It belonged to my mother and bore the title “How to Raise Your…
So, whatever happened to the Norwegian? I don’t know to be honest. I’m already bored with the idea of “Reader’s Digest Mondays” (and it’s not even…
I’m back at Good Karma, my new Favorite Coffee Shop, enjoying (or rather admiring) my new Favorite Source of Caffeine (Karma’s mocha lattes are just too…
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Finally! The full scoop on he-who-can’t-be-bothered-to-buy-me-a-drink, aka My One O’Clock. Here’s a hint: To re-cap, I first met My One O’Clock for coffee during my…
On Friday night, I had a conversation with a fellow single-gal blogger over at the ever-delightful Simply Solo. About half an hour in, she asked, “So…
To his credit, he wore dress shoes this time. And dress pants, and a dress shirt with a neon green mark across the wrist, presumably left…
Brunch seemed like a lovely idea at the time: a leisurely stroll into town, a cup of coffee while waiting for a table at Beau Monde…
You know those guys who are just too good to be true? They’re gorgeous without making a big show of it, they’re well-dressed, they’re polite and…
One peanut butter brownie, one raspberry mocha, and one entire box of Annie’s Whole Wheat Alfredo Pasta, I’m feeling better (if a bit fat). Not only…
Okay, all the evidence would suggest that Monday night’s “date” was not a “date.” Exhibit A: He put our names on the waiting list at Tria…
I have a thing about pigeons. Birds in general, actually, put pigeons in particular. They’re little more than winged rats in my opinion and that flapping…