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
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
Ladies and Gentlemen, readers all: I am now officially in my mid-twenties. A quarter-century. The age my grandma was when she was relentlessly called an Old Maid, a story she’s
Saturday night, around 7 pm. The “kids” next door are having a party, and thoughtfully ask us if they’re being too loud. No, we say, but thanks for asking. Then
I started this blog a couple months ago and never finished it, but Love and Marriage have been under attack lately, so I felt it was high time to finish
Never thought I would say this, but thanks, Elton John. Had an awesome weekend. More to come on that, but let me say that I am constantly amazed at the
that caffeine does not have this effect on me. STILL, one of the funniest webbys of all time. “Marzipan, get on the wood-damage-train!”
Before we get started, I would just to remind you that everything I said before – about being a young thing and needing a hand to hold and how I
As in “home, home on”, not “to fry bacon on”. But still. Someday, I’d really like to go to this.
Now, you too, can learn to do this.