– Today’s guest post is written by the brilliant and lovely Mindy. I have trouble explaining the full scope of her awesomeness, so I will use the following example. Years ago, Mindy had a Bastille Day party. Why? Because of said awesomeness. And the invite read as follows: “There will be Fronch dressing. Fronch fries.…
We continue to have freakishly cold weather in Seattle, even though it usually warms up by this time of year. I see it as either a case of Mother Nature foresaking us altogether (because hey, if we chose to live in the Pacific Northwest, we kind of forfeit the right to complain), or a sign…
Many years ago, I was friends with a girl who, despite being abrasive and a bit mean, had a wonderful way of explaining things. She was telling me why she felt that she could never be friends with any of her ex-boyfriends. “At some point, I will look at him and think: Hee-hee. I saw…
Though the extensive cloud-cover, rain, and 50-degree weather suggests otherwise, it’s nearly summertime here in Seattle. I’m quite excited, because it means that those of us who live here can emerge out of our Snuggie cocoons and venture outside, squinting, somewhat horrified, at the sun. It also means that quite a few folks will be…
This week’s guest post comes from Deanna, the brilliant blogatrix behind Traveling Monkeys. Since she’s far, far too modest to include a bio herself, I’ve included one for her. Here it is: Deanna has a wicked sense of humor. If you met her in person, you might pass out from the sheer awesomeness of it…
So get off the internet (yes, even if it’s my blog) and go pay your respects. I suggest hanging out with a handsome soldier, if the opportunity presents itself.
The hubby and I are trying to find the humor in the fact that we’ve been at home for the last few weeks and the weather’s been uncharacteristically miserable the entire time. I mean, that’s funny, right? No. No, it’s not. And it’s not the only thing that’s been dragging me down: NASA’s footage of…
I remember reading in one of Anthony Bourdain’s books (and I can’t for the life of me remember which, so don’t ask), about the time he and his brother went to the their (deceased) father’s village in France. And as they walked the tiny streets and explored the seaside, they realized something was absent from…
Rand and I headed to Florida last month, since he had some work to do there. Heading back there is always a strange experience: I lived in Florida from the middle of second grade to halfway through my freshman year of high-school. Formative years, to be sure, sandwiched between my life in Washington. The result…
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