– I am not a gambler. Should there be any doubts of this, note that I was in Vegas for two whole days and the greatest risk I took in a casino was ordering a savory crepe (don’t do it. Cheese is no substitute for Nutella, and anyone who says otherwise is likely trying to…
Sometime around yesterday afternoon, I realized something: I was sick. More than a few of you are likely thinking, “Well, obviously. It’s not normal for a grown woman to constantly obsess about baked goods and Jeff Goldblum. At least she finally admitted it. Now she can get help.” And to those folks I laugh and…
As I’ve noted before on the blog, the list of things that are beyond my understanding is vast and ever-growing. Take Go-gurt, for example. Did we really need a faster way to consume yogurt? Were a bunch of people really sitting around thinking, “Well, we love yogurt, but it just takes so long to eat…
The other day, Rand and I were talking to one another, which is something we do when we aren’t sleeping, eating, or staring mindlessly at our keyboards (Yup. Our lives are full of romance. ENVY US). I can’t seem to retrace the steps of the conversation to how we got where we did, but at…
To the little blond kid on Alaska Air Flight #232, It seems we’ve gotten off on the wrong foot. I see this as largely your fault, of course. When you saw me quietly sleeping in my chair, you – for reasons that defy logic (Was it curiosity? Thoughtlessness? Demonic possession? I’m leaning towards the latter)…
Rand thinks I’m overly superstitious. I, in turn, think that he’s constantly tempting fate into screwing with us. Take the following scenario, which happens at least once a month: Rand and I are driving to the airport. We are almost running late, but not quite. If we are able to keep up the miraculous average…
There are times when the universe likes to remind you that it, and not you, is in charge. And the reminders are not entirely painless. They’re reminiscent of the love bites my cousin’s dog gives. You think you’re playing around, and then all of a sudden – “OUCH.” You make it through intact, but still…
This man is a god: – What’s that? Er, no, I’m sorry. Not the man in foreground. The man in the foreground is my husband. He has many lovely attributes, of which “god-like” is not one. He is charitable and kind and good, and he often smells fantastic. While he is one of the best…
On our last trip back from Europe, we were unfortunate enough to discover the one thing that could make an Air France flight worse. And it is having to share a cabin with this guy: – I’m referring to the one on the right, closest to the window. I realize that he doesn’t look that…
Tales of Food, Feminism, and Fury
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