Of Cheesecake and Toll Booths (Thanksgiving Part 2)
Somewhere between The Wedding Date’s house and his parents’, I began to panic. Not because I was about to sit down to dinner with folks who…
10 Awesome Thanksgiving Pictures
I am very thankful this year: A) I remembered my grandfather’s car does NOT have EZPASS before zipping through the toll booths on my way to…
A Tale of Two Thanksgivings, Part 1
Growing up, I never understood why grownups got so stressed about Thanksgiving. I mean seriously, what’s the big deal? You eat turkey, you shove some vegetables…
In Search of Beaujolais
On Sunday morning, I had a brilliant idea. “Let’s go to Trader’s Joes!” I tell The Wedding Date. “The Holiday Beaujolais should be out by now!”…
My Abuela, the Cougar
Today’s post is going to be a short one because I’m on senior-sitting detail all day. My parents are headed to Toms River to bring my…
Too Cool for Apple Pie?
Sometimes I have a hard time remembering that The Wedding Date’s kids aren’t six-year old girls. You know: the kind I teach on a regular basis? …
More Matress Moments
We have 13 people coming to the Black Friday Martini Bar Soiree this year, including my brother, our grandparents and The Wedding Date and his two…
Three for the Price of One
I know, I know: I’m a terrible blogger. I have nothing to say for myself except for this: This, And this: (Okay, admittedly, this last one…
Big Bird, You’re Safe!
All I can say is THANK GOD! Thank God and the following: I’m also proud to report that I “accidentally” spilled my coffee while voting yesterday,…
Awkward Bathtub Moments
I neglected to mention that my parents went to Bermuda last week. This is relevant for two reasons: firstly, The Wedding Date and I decided to…
A Case of Multiple Indianas
Evidently, when you’re celebrating Halloween at an archaeology museum, Indiana Jones is a rather popular costume choice. The Wedding Date and I spent all after working…
5 Things I Don’t Get About Halloween
Here is what I don’t get about Halloween: Halloween Greeting Cards: Seriously? What is the point? If you’re going to mail a child a greeting card…
Kat Echevarría Richter 