Well, well. Once again, you have asked, and I have answered, with what might be the most fun request yet. I had a little too much fun looking at lamps,
Well, well. Once again, you have asked, and I have answered, with what might be the most fun request yet. I had a little too much fun looking at lamps,
Why, getting moss all over the house, of course. (My roommates are groaning. They remember the days of Dani’s art projects.) When I talked to you last, I announced my
Back when I moved in to our humble abode, we longed for a patio table. Alas and alack, they are all far too much money for a newly-married couple whose
(Valerie’s right. I should hate it here, and sometimes I kinda do. But mostly I love living in the O.C., and since I would rather focus on love than hate,
My dear friend Amy suggested that perhaps, although I’m not a flakey person by nature, I’m simply going through a “Season of Flakeyness” right now. Which I think about sums
(So I realized that I missed Adam’s birthday, and V-day, and lots of other important updates that I totally should have included on this here bloggity. However, sticking with my
I’m sitting in the dark, lit only by the glow of my laptop and the colored lights from our baby Christmas tree. The night feels settled and slumbering, as though
“Was” being the operative word. Last night, I thought our flimsy little beach house was going to come a-tumbling down, like the island huts on stilts that crash over in
My nose is snotting. Like, serious green biznass. I know that’s really what you wanted to read about, but… I have no energy to do otherwise. Today I cleaned the
So, the other day, Joey popped up on Gchat and asked a very pertinent question: “How come you’re such a mess lately?” At which point I signed out of Gmail