A Tale of Two Thanksgivings, Part 1
Growing up, I never understood why grownups got so stressed about Thanksgiving. I mean seriously, what’s the big deal? You eat turkey, you shove some vegetables…
More Matress Moments
We have 13 people coming to the Black Friday Martini Bar Soiree this year, including my brother, our grandparents and The Wedding Date and his two…
A Case of Multiple Indianas
Evidently, when you’re celebrating Halloween at an archaeology museum, Indiana Jones is a rather popular costume choice. The Wedding Date and I spent all after working…
Reasons (Not) to Get Married
I watch enough reality TV to know that there are some very stupid reasons to get married. That hasn’t stopped me, however, from compiling the following…
Finally: A Date to the Hooper’s Island Martini Bar Soiree
It’s finally happening. After two years, 31 men and over one hundred dates, I’ve finally landed myself a proper boyfriend to join me at the annual…
The Other Woman: “I” vs. “A”
The Wedding Date has a lot of friends. A lot of female friends, and between the ex-girlfriends, the co-workers, the former classmates and the students, I…
Breakfast in Bed: The Final Frontier
Ladies and gentleman, we’ve had a break through. It all started Sunday morning when I found myself snuggled in bed with The Wedding Date for the…
A New Strategy…
Last Friday, I joined The Wedding Date and his youngest at his parents’ house for a round of Lords of Water Deep. What is Lords of…
Friday Facebook Round Up: The Best of Fruity Animals
It is officially fall. I know this because when I slipped into bed with The Wedding Date on Wednesday night, his first reaction was “Hey baby…”…
Friday Facebook Round Up: What is Up with Your Pants?
I’m too tired to write about what happened on Wednesday night when I decided to drive over to The Wedding Date’s house and talk things over,…
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…
Bird Shat and Break Ups
So I’m standing at the bus stop, minding my own business, when my partner in crime alerts me to the fact that I have yogurt stain…
Fieldwork in Stilettos 