Queen of the Whack-a-Mole
My plan, upon arriving at the arcade with The Wedding Date and his kids, is to kick butt. This way they’ll know whose boss even if…
My plan, upon arriving at the arcade with The Wedding Date and his kids, is to kick butt. This way they’ll know whose boss even if…
By the time Friday afternoon rolls around, I’m kind of freaking out about meeting The Wedding Date’s kids. What if they don’t like me? What if…
(And no, I’m not talking about my dad.) The more astute readers amongst you might have guessed that Monday’s post wasn’t actually about “my friend.” It…
Sometimes I wish I’d been born Catholic. This way, when the hairdresser at the salon around the corner asks how long it’s been, I would know…
My first thought, upon discovering the half-eaten remains of the cake I’d intended to bake for The Wedding Date, was “@#$&%& CHAUFFEUR!!!” That’s because my dad…
It was bound to happen. And I knew it was bound to happen which is why, upon deciding that I would be the one to the…
“Do you want to see me in a bikini or not?” It was New Years Day, and The Wedding Date had been talking with a friend’s…
It’s been one of those days, by which I mean I’ve spent the past 18 hours or so drowning my sorrows in carbohydrates and whining to…
It’s happening. Actually, it started happening several weeks ago but I didn’t realize just how bad it had gotten until The Wedding Date and I went…
This is what The Wedding Date got me for Valentine’s Day: This is what I got (or rather made) for him: Great minds think alike, I…
I’m proud to report that after two failed attempts I finally made it through Star Wars—Episodes V and VI!— which means there’s actually a chance I’ll…
The Wedding Date wants to know if I’m a beach person—not because he’s planning some sort of mid-winter, Caribbean getaway (at least not as far as…