I’m Here for a Haircut, Not a Lecture
Sometimes I wish I’d been born Catholic. This way, when the hairdresser at the salon around the corner asks how long it’s been, I would know…
We’re Just Here to See the Wine and Drink the Flowers
Sometimes I have normal weeks, by which I mean I can churn out several reasonably coherent (and typo-free) blog posts in addition to everything else I’m…
The “No Boys Allowed” Jail Break
Back in the day, when I was even more confused about what I wanted to be when I grew up that I am today, I took…
Naked Cartoons?
Just because you’ve got an evening off and a new boyfriend at your disposal doesn’t mean that you should neglect your girlfriends. Which is why, when…
A Recipe for Disaster, Part 2
My first thought, upon discovering the half-eaten remains of the cake I’d intended to bake for The Wedding Date, was “@#$&%& CHAUFFEUR!!!” That’s because my dad…
