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!”…
Sometimes You’ve Got to Fix Your Mascara without a Mirror
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…
The Real Reason I Want(ed) to Go to Europe
You want to know the real reason I love to travel? Sure, I’m into museums and history and discovering that my way of doing things isn’t…
So Yeah… About Friday Night
Given my inability to find my way out of a paper bag, I’m glad that there’s a landmark just before I have to make the turn…
Friday with The Wedding Date
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…
The View from the Top
It has been brought to my attention that I missed yesterday’s post. Whoops! Here’s a quick hint as to what I’ve been up to: More on…
Part 2: Lost and Found
I’ve been really looking forward to seeing The Wedding Date, but I’m also a bit nervous. This is for several reasons. Firstly, I’m meeting him at…
The Return of the Wedding Date
Unbeknownst to me, there are three separate establishments bearing the address “312 Haddon Ave” and only one of these is the restaurant where I’m supposed to…
See you Later, Alligator
My preschoolers have reached an important milestone in their young lives. They still can’t tie their shoes (“Miss Kat, I’m only FOUR! I’m not going to…
Today’s Catch: Plenty of Fish from the Jersey Shore
When I signed up for Plenty of Fish back in March, it took me about 0.00023 seconds to realize that I ought to set up a…
Creatures of the Night (Another afternoon with my grandparents)
Ladies and gentleman, we have skunks. I should have known that an afternoon with my grandparents would provide me with more than enough material to tide…
It’s all Relative, Except when its NOT!
I’m chatting with my friend Ove from Norway about Date #7 (the man from across the state who I’ve never actually met) when he asks the…
Fieldwork in Stilettos 