T-One Day
I’m warning you now. In about 24 hours I am going to get very obnoxious; I am going to start posting pictures all over Facebook like…
Thoughts from the Hot Tub
If all goes according to plan, by the time you read this, The European and I will be sitting in a hot tub overlooking the Chesapeake.…
You Said Yes, So What if You Were Asleep?
The European is a very heavy sleeper. And by “heavy,” I mean that it’s a very good thing that he quit smoking a while back because…
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,…
The Great Hammock Wars
Despite my freak rowboat accident, I am mildly obsessed with the Spruce Street Harbor Park. Firstly, it makes me proud to be a Philadelphian. Our waterfront…
Nightclub Navigation
The good thing about being, well, happy, is that you don’t mind what other people do or do not do. Exhibit A: The European is very…
And Then I Fell into a Rowboat
The plan was to meet for Happy Hour at Bistro Romano, head down to the Harbor Park and spend an hour or so canoodling in a…
Rookie Mistake #1: How Not to Pack Books
Who knew that packing to move was such an art? I thought I had it down: labeling ALL sides of each box, listing not only the…
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…
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