This is the last time I blog in this house. Our first house. It would’ve been three years ago this September that we became first-time home buyers. We’d been married about a month. George Bush was still president. I was still a journalist (although becoming less and less so every day). The economy ...
. Read More →Happy Valentine’s Day. Or, Happy Buy Random Shit To Prove You Love Someone Day! For us, today is February 14. You know, the one that happens after February 13 and before February 15 – unless you're looking at the Mayan calendar. In that case, it's probably like Almost Doom Day. But, really, ...
. Read More →How do you write about waking up, going to work, and culminating your fantastically mundane existence by coming home and engaging in some hot-and-heavy online Gin Rummy action with a freakishly high number of older, divorced creeps asking if I'm happy in my marriage. Of course, I told them I ...
. Read More →Two years. I’ve been married for two years. Well, in all fairness, it’s actually two years four days because I’ve been too busy ON VACATION YO to have any serious blog time. My emotions have prettymuch been up in the air so much lately I’m surprised I’m remembering my own ...
. Read More →I think we've reached that point where we're not necessarily sick of one another, but, like any couple who just spent three days attached at the hip, we've run out of things to do. And then, when that got boring, he started sticking his rancid golf-sweaty feet in my face ...
. Read More →Do women use the headache excuse? I mean, my head is like the cranial San Andreas Fault for pain lately and I've been popping OTC pain meds more now than I have ever during the days of binge drinking until 3 am on a work night (God who WAS that ...
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Haunted on Bourbon Street by Deanna Chase
