Weekend Report, Newlywed Edition: On Closing the Bathroom Door
You know you’ve just about lost your mind when your plans for the day include the spray painting and subsequent bedazzling of a small ceramic dog…
To Do: Post Christmas Edition
Unpack from Christmas Part 1 (which was spent with PIC’s parents, brother, and brother’s wife in New York this past weekend) Wrap presents for Christmas Part…
On the Virtues of Jordan Almonds
PIC was born with collapsed ear drums. I’m not really sure what this means except that he doesn’t really like talking on the phone with anyone…
Travel Blooper Friday: The Accidental Dog-napping
Between Monday’s post about dogs and Wednesday’s post about dogs, I figured I might as well keep this canine theme going a bit longer. And so,…
My Future Mother in Law
It’s weird, the things that go along with getting married that you don’t really think about until they’re right there in front of you. You get…
Travel Bloopers Friday Goes to Italy… Without Shoes
Okay, I’m tired of making fun of myself. I’d like to get back to making fun of my little brother if you don’t mind. (Sorry Tech…
These Things Called Doors
This might be a bit odd, but after having spent the past several years living with my parents, my brother, my grandmother and occasionally my grandfather,…
Confessions of a Plant Killer
My mom is, amongst other things, a fabulous gardener and florist. She does wedding flowers, volunteers for the Pennsylvania Horticultural Society, leads workshops, judges garden contests…
My 2014 Hit List
I like sleeping. A lot. Hence the reason I want to murder people who wake me up earlier than I intend to wake up. For the…
Just the Seven of Us…
Did I mention that TWD and I are going on another cruise? Well, we are. Only this time it’s going to be a bit different from…
Chocolate is (not) for sharing
I know that relationships are supposed to be love and sharing and all but sometimes I don’t want to share. Especially when it comes to chocolate. …
Wisdom from Downstairs: How Local Roads will End Gun Violence
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…
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