Today is the second anniversary of the wedded union between Poor Kyle and myself. Last year, I was out of town on our first anniversary for what I thought was a noble cause; I have since learned that there are … Continue reading
You may or may not remember—and I don’t expect you would, but just in case—that I’m very well-versed in the art of self-defense. Image from here. Any time I’m walking alone through a dark, deserted parking lot, I keep my … Continue reading
As some of my more astute readers pointed out in the comment section two posts ago, I had a birthday on Friday. I turned 23. I didn’t announce it for two reasons: 1) I don’t like obligatory “Happy Birthdays.” That’s … Continue reading
I have been married for almost two years, and it has only been within the last few months that I have really started to feel like a wife. It’s true—until recently, I felt like just Poor Kyle’s girlfriend and not … Continue reading
So it’s right freezing in our house, because…well…we live in Canada. It’s really cold inside, but I refuse to turn on the heater before October (November would be ideal, but, well…we live in Canada) in what is officially the most … Continue reading
When I was a little girl, I was convinced I would grow up to marry the prince of England. Image from here. As a fall-back, I decided I could be happy with someone without royal blood, so long as he … Continue reading
This is a public service announcement. Dear Readers, I love you, but HAVE YOU GONE MAD? I write one little post about premature menopause, and before I can say “Yasmin,” I’m suspected of pregnancy? Mercy hell sakes alive. Poor Kyle … Continue reading