Folding Boyfriend for Hire?
Here’s a little something I bet you didn’t know about me. I hate folding laundry. Like really hate it. I find that moving it around works…
Here’s a little something I bet you didn’t know about me. I hate folding laundry. Like really hate it. I find that moving it around works…
Warning: I’m about to get kinda sappy. And philosophical. And I’m not even drinking. Earlier this year, my partner-in-crime took leave of our tap company, The…
The good thing about being an adjunct is that trekking across campus gives you the perfect excuse to purchase a trendy new laptop case (red leather,…
Okay gentlemen, I have to ask: how does one get chin stubble on the bottom of the soap dish? I don’t normally spend a lot of…
I’ve always been rather suspect of marriage proposals made on Valentine’s Day. I consider them too predictable for my high-drama tastes, too commonplace. Plus they allow…
My grandfather is a retired mechanic. Retired for thirty years mind you, and seeing as he never had the good sense to take up golf or…
I was in the car with TWD when I got the call. It wasn’t a call actually—it was an email—but “call” sounds way more dramatic, don’t…
I am (and have been for two hours now) stuck on the Walt Whitman Bridge due to ice and snow and salt and plows. The only…
As demonstrated by my rather deplorable track record during my time in the UK, I don’t know the first thing about dating British men. I tried–…
Well, since there hasn’t been any major wailing or gnashing of teeth since Friday’s post, I think it’s safe to say that a brief hiatus is…
Around noon, I received a surprising text message from TWD. “I haven’t talked to you since I left for work this morning. And you didn’t post…
As a dance teacher, I get lots of Christmas presents. I also get lots of New Years presents because amidst all the hustle and bustle of…