The Great Concert Freak Out or, the time Third Eye Blind made me cry (and not in a good way)
Before I started dating PIC, I could count the number of concerts I’d been to on one hand: Jimmy Buffet and (I probably shouldn’t admit this…
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…
Not the Best Place for a Nosebleed
Before we get on with today’s travel blooper, I would like to point out that I have been blogging now for like three straight weeks! And…
How (Not) to Paint the Floor in a Slanted House
The staples were just the beginning. For once they were pulled, it was time to paint… On Choosing Colors: Why would anyone paint a wood floor…
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…
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