Hurricane Sandy = One Hot Date
With Hurricane Sandy threatening to wallop the majority of the Eastern Seaboard, most sensible folks are out loading up on bottled water and extra batteries for…
With Hurricane Sandy threatening to wallop the majority of the Eastern Seaboard, most sensible folks are out loading up on bottled water and extra batteries for…
This why people get fat. I’m in the car, on my way to The Wedding Date’s house from the Oak Lane Library in northeast Philly where…
I watch enough reality TV to know that there are some very stupid reasons to get married. That hasn’t stopped me, however, from compiling the following…
I’ve been avoiding this post for a while. It’s too personal. It’s not fun. And there’s really no way to even inject a bit of humor…
I’m ogling bedspreads at Ikea when it finally hits me: I’m staying. Staying here. In the US. In Philadelphia. Not moving back to London. It’s like…
Upon finding myself implicated in yet another “Single Bridezilla” debate (this time written by an Australian journalist who contacted me for an interview last week) I…
I have an idea. A really good idea. Better than a jet pack or a robotic pug. (I don’t actually have any use for a robotic…
First and foremost: a great big THANK YOU to everyone who rallied to my defense during Wednesday’s Soccer Mom PJs debacle. Secondly, if you haven’t read…
A while back, we had a slight incident at The Wedding Date’s house. His children were over, a door that should have been locked wasn’t and……
It’s finally happening. After two years, 31 men and over one hundred dates, I’ve finally landed myself a proper boyfriend to join me at the annual…
The Wedding Date has a lot of friends. A lot of female friends, and between the ex-girlfriends, the co-workers, the former classmates and the students, I…
Ladies and gentleman, we’ve had a break through. It all started Sunday morning when I found myself snuggled in bed with The Wedding Date for the…