Dear Friends, As Valentine’s Day approaches, I am filled with the spirit of the holiday, as well as roughly 2 pounds of those chalky little conversations hearts. Consequently, I feel the need to share with you a secret: maybe I don’t hate Rick Steves all that much. In fact, maybe I love him just a…
I hate to phone it in with a “wrap-up the week” post, but since absolutely everyone else does it, and I’m leaving for Great Britain next week, I figure you’ll forgive me. Besides, this week was kind of nifty. First off, Congrats to my hubby’s colleagues at Distilled, for the opening of their new U.S.-based…
The other day we were hanging out with some friends – some American, some not, and we realized that none of us were really sure what countries are included in the phrase “United Kingdom”. Nor did we know what’s a part of “Great Britain.” England, we pretty much figured out (they’re those wussy guys who…
The other day, Rand and I were talking about our upcoming trip to Scotland, and we had the following exchange: Rand: What do you want to do in Glasgow? Me: Catch a leprechaun. Rand: (sighs heavily) Honey … Me: What? Rand: Where are leprechauns from? Me: … it’s funny that you decided to go with…
Originally an east-coaster, my husband maintains that Seattle is a pretty easy town in which to make a good impression. We tell each other snobbish little jokes on the topic all the time … Me: If you want to be the best-dressed person in a Seattle bar, what should you wear? Rand: What? Me: Your…
So, my hubby described my post yesterday as “provocative.” I disagreed, and there might have been some jumping up and down to emphasize my point. But while my intention had been to give shout-outs to the awesome bloggers, I think there was too much focus on my part on the negative side of of things…
I’m am licking some wounds. Not literally, of course. Though I sometimes bite the sides of my fingers. But my feelings have been hurt. I’ve been slighted by a few people in the “travel blogging industry.” I suppose it’s not a big deal, and I suppose it shouldn’t matter. Perhaps the funniest thing of all…
A few months ago, we went to London so Rand could get some work done, and I could roam around the city and do fuck-all. My life is good. Our lovely friend Ben was with us, as he works with Rand, and their London colleagues needed him to reach things on the top shelf. No,…
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
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