The Rather Anti-Feminist Waiting Game
I like to think of myself as feminist. Some days I even think I’m a good feminist, but when it comes to getting engaged, I find…
You Mean Ceiling Fans AREN’T Toys?
It’s Wednesday night and PIC and I are eating dinner in front of the TV. He leans back and glances up at the ceiling fan (which…
Happy Hour: The (Not so) Perfect Engagement Ring Rouse
Here is how I know that there’s an engagement ring in my future. Last week, upon finding myself very angry at PIC for a number of…
An Update, a Promise, and the Promise of a Promise
Hi, remember me? The girl who used to blog here? Well, I’m back. Again. But this time it’s for good and I’m finally going to start…
Candy Necklaces for Grown Ups, or How to Survive the Atlantic City Beer Fest
On Saturday night, I went to a beer festival with PIC. I hate beer but I love him, and one of his favorite bands was playing…
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