The Rest of the Story

So there I am, standing on the curb in the parking lot at Marshalls in my scuffed up clogs. The cute guy I’ve been staring at…

From Disaster to Divine Transcendence

Thursday night’s rendezvous with Date #9 was rather disastrous; although I managed to avoid bleeding to death by way of my toenail injury, I got caught…

A Very Bridget Morning

My morning: wake up (without alarm!) at 5:30. Feel so proud of self for getting up so early (body obviously getting used to early morning productivity…

To Tone or Not to Tone?

Well here’s a disappointing discovery: you can’t crunch your way to a six pack in 24 hours (nor 24 years for that matter, and yes, I…

Yummy Things

Just in case you were wondering—okay, you probably weren’t wondering, not about this specific fact at least, but I’m going to tell you anyway—reading novels set…