Some of you might be aware of the fact that I live my life, overwhelmingly, through guilt. I eat what I eat (or don’t eat what I don’t eat) because of the guilt I know will invariably come when I’ve … Continue reading
So Poor Kyle was disappointed because I wouldn’t let him buy a really expensive dog right before we have to pay tuition for university, and then the next day, to soften the blow, I told him he could buy a … Continue reading
I put up my Christmas decorations today, and it reminded me that I don’t really like Christmas all that much in the first place. I think I was poisoned by volunteering as Santa’s Little Helper for so many years in … Continue reading
If Poor Kyle and I ever divorce, it will be caused by one of two things: 1. The fact that he shattered my dreams of Wedded Disneyland Bliss by refusing to ride Splash Mountain with me (who even does that?) … Continue reading
Poor Kyle’s parents are out of town and the first thing I did when their tail lights were out of sight was break into their house (I had a key) and steal two forty-count boxes of name brand gallon-sized Ziploc™ … Continue reading
Poor Kyle and I utilised this weekend to engage in marriage-strengthening activities like catching the latest 3-D movie playing. Image from here. (We saw A Christmas Carol, and I totally recommend it. Though I will warn you that if you’ve … Continue reading
So how was all ya’ll’s Halloween? Did you get a visit from The Gimme Kid? What? You’ve never heard of The Gimme Kid? Oh, I’m sure you have—you just didn’t know that was his name. This is just one of … Continue reading