Today I waxed my own eyebrows. (At the encouragement of my friend Genevra, without whom I would’ve never even CONSIDERED taking such a huge leap of faith in myself. Thanks, friend!) Here’s a really awful before-and-after comparison. {You’ll be a … Continue reading
All my pre-married life, I lived in a house that had a junk drawer. It was always in the kitchen—why is it that we never have enough cupboard space, but we have drawers in such abundance that we fill them … Continue reading
It appears some of you have noticed that when you click on the “comments: none” link here at Archives of Our Lives, you are unable to add a comment like you usually can. This is not an accident. I did … Continue reading
I know it’s good to move on and everything, but it just feels right for me to be a little somber today. It bothers me—ever so slightly, but still—to see this feature article on msn.com’s main page: A nice little … Continue reading
I think I’m going through a premature menopause. Think about it: I already have granny arms. I’m saggy in places that 22 year-old girls should normally be perky. I’ve got an odd smell about me (I skipped the shower today—I … Continue reading
Have you ever heard the song “Broken,” by Lifehouse? I just did for the first time. It seemed to be exactly what I needed on this miserable Monday morning. One lyric in particular struck a chord (pun) with me: “In … Continue reading
Poor Kyle and I have a guilty pleasure we started long before we ever got married—no, not that kind of guilty pleasure! Silly readers. No, our guilty pleasure is…we like to watch My Name is Earl on a regular basis. … Continue reading