In Search of Beaujolais
On Sunday morning, I had a brilliant idea. “Let’s go to Trader’s Joes!” I tell The Wedding Date. “The Holiday Beaujolais should be out by now!”…
On Sunday morning, I had a brilliant idea. “Let’s go to Trader’s Joes!” I tell The Wedding Date. “The Holiday Beaujolais should be out by now!”…
I get it. Relationships are about compromise. And compromise requires both parties to give in once a while. But as The Wedding Date and I prepare…
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I’d forgotten what a pain in the butt it can be to prepare for a picnic when you live in the city and don’t own a…