Oh my everything. We’re married. No, seriously. Adam and I got married. Remember, the planning? The sparkles? The tumbly who got tied up in knots of butterflies? The hunting for
Oh my everything. We’re married. No, seriously. Adam and I got married. Remember, the planning? The sparkles? The tumbly who got tied up in knots of butterflies? The hunting for
Or, rather, a very tight knot with butterflies flittering around it, totally carefree of the impact this makes on my already agitated insides. My dress is hanging in Donna’s closet.
It’s 2 degrees outside. The menfolk are making sure the pump’s not freezing, fixing something or other with laughter and insulated gloves and a dog at their feet. The girls
My birthday falls at a very unfortunate time of year, when you’re buying gifts for everybody in Creation and going to parties and way too busy, and then here I
(Thank God it’s Friday ‘Cuz I Don’t Think I Can Take Anymore) This week at work was a lil’ dramatic. Freak-outs happened, scary phone calls were made and we all
So, I’ve been dissatisfied with this body o’ mine for a while. Okay, so maybe dissatisfied is a little kind. I’ve been moping about in a fog of flabbiness, too
Living in the OC, we get used to being harangued. We are honked at, swerved by and gestured wildly towards on the road, ignored in check-out lines and summarily dismissed
Maybe. Maybe it’s the fact that it’s raining, and I love rain almost as much as I love sunshine. Maybe more. Maybe because it’s football, Pumpkin Spice Latte, sweater-wearing, snuggle-with-your-honey
Today is my dear Valerie’s 24th birthday! In case you didn’t know, Val is a House 9 sister, an unabashed partner in crime and dearest friend. And while I was tempted to write
Warning: This is an embarrassing story, I’m actually not sure why I’m telling it. If you want to keep an image of me as being a cute beach chick with