How To Tell You’re Becoming an Old Lady
I am officially old. I know this because when I got home from work on Friday afternoon, my first thought was “I’d really like to take…
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…
Finally: The Wedding Date’s Kids
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…
Dad’s New Girlfriend
(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…
I’m Here for a Haircut, Not a Lecture
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…
