I'm just going to say it: I have a major stick up my ass. It's way up there, wedged somewhere in the deepest cavern of my innards. I like to call it "a raging case of OCD," but sometimes I think it's worse. I think I'm Type A. Although I'm not entirely certain what that… Continue reading I Run a Tight Ship. Until I Don’t.
Did any of you see the Stepford Wives movie? Either the first, or the second - if you didn't, you really need to. It's about a town called Stepford, where everyone acts so stereotypical in their gender roles you'd be crazy to not think something was up. As it turns out in the end (spoiler… Continue reading I Might As Well Move To Stepford At This Point
We moved again. We've moved so many times in the last five or six years, I've essentially lost count. I mean I could figure it out, but it's not like most people where they're like "oh, we've moved once in the last five years" or "oh, we've stayed put for twenty." Nope, not us. It's… Continue reading Things I’ve Learned When Moving. Again.
Counting the Deviled Egg Disaster of Easter 2015 as the recent (and glaring) exception, I think I'm a Pinterest Mom. And even so, the Deviled Egg Disaster of Easter 2015 was inspired by the famed pin site. It was like Night of the Living Dead meets a traditional, holiday appetizer. When my husband said that the only… Continue reading I Think I’m A Pinterest Mom
A lot of people think my husband cheats on me. They have for a long time. I can tell with some, by the looks they give me. You know them: the looks of pity that this poor woman is just so stupid she doesn't see what's really going on. Others outright tell me. Sometimes my… Continue reading Three Signs He Isn’t Cheating On You
There he is. Poor Nick. My husband. Smelling the inside of a maxi-pad. This was during one of our many talks about my period. My husband - like many - is a little bit of a misogynist. He has never taken the time to consider the nuances of the fairer sex and always thought that… Continue reading Talking to Your Husband About Your Period
I've been spring cleaning for about a week. At first it was as it always is - like a new boyfriend. I was excited. My heart a'fluttered at the thought of trashing some of the crap we have and never use. The first night I couldn't even get to sleep - the wheels in my… Continue reading Screw Yourself Sideways, Spring Cleaning
