Cute, isn’t he? I think I’ll marry him. Also? My Guy gets triple points for moving tables, organizing wayward relatives, and generally kicking ass and taking names at Poochie’s wedding. What a…
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I’m a bit of a delicate flower. Which is a nice way of saying that if I think about poison ivy or look at it from 347 yards away, I break out.…
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I received an e-mail last night from our vet clinic. Our sweet, wonderful vet succumbed to cancer. As soon as I saw his name in the subject line, I knew. I put…
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I woke up with a magnificent – if somewhat belated – realization. Remember Ex-Ex and his ecologically friendly wedding? The wedding where they had bamboo plates and utensils and printed on cork…
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A few days ago, I got a message via Facebook from Ex-Ex. My gut reaction was what you’d expect upon hearing from someone you dated for seven years and had broken up…
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On our first date, My Guy and I went on what we now lovingly refer to as The Death March. After e-mailing and talking on the phone, we met on the morning…
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I spent most of my day battling an access issue with Corporate Behemoth. As in, Corporate Behemoth is requiring me to use an online tool that requires that I update my browser,…
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It’s been Festival of Home Improvement here. Saturday, My Guy and I each ended up organizing our respective basements. It wasn’t planned – it just happened that the moons of Jupiter aligned…
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I have blogger guilt. It tastes like sour milk and shame. I haven’t been writing a ton lately, and that seems to reflect me in the three-dimensional world. When I get stressed,…
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Last night was Big Stoopid Gala. I go to this event every year. The first year I attended, I stressed over every last detail of my ensemble. I had a dramatic floor-length…