Where’s the Recall Button?
Today I sent my first-ever email to The European. This is significant for two reasons: He has a proper, respectable career I have a hard time…
The Dream House, Revisited
I know, I know. It’s been an entire week since my last blog post. I can say only this: I am sorry. And I promise to…
Adventures in Dumpster Diving
You’ll never believe what I found! But first: it’s been three weeks. Three weeks since I was supposed to close on my dream house in Kensington-though-I’ve-been-telling-everyone-Fishtown…
The Braless Wonder
The European and I are going to the beach today. This means that I shall spent the next half hour or so trying to determine whether…
Dating Standards: The 30 Minute Countdown
Ladies (and gentleman, I suppose), a girl’s got to have standards. Which is why, when the European texted me to say that the “the 76” was…
