It’s a tale as old as time. The woman decides she wants a change. She begins cutting things. Soda. Cream. Sugar from her coffee, and eventually half and half. Meat. Then salad dressing, sauces, mayonnaise on sandwiches. She exercise 40 minutes a day, 4-5 days a week – either running or cycling first, then lifting…
Category: Like a Horse and Carriage
Scenes from a Marriage
As I obliquely mentioned here, by way of a picture and caption, last week the Professor and I celebrated five years of marriage. How the heck that time flew by so quickly, I cannot tell you, but here we are. My husband likes to keep a low internet profile, and anyway a happy marriage tends…
Five
Mr. and Mrs. Andrew and Corrie P.
July twenty-third dawned hot and sunny. Corrie had arranged for all of us ‘maids to spend the morning together at a spa. Makeup, hair, and nails were on our own dime, so each ‘maid purchased her own mix of services, according to what she could afford – but all of us spent the morning together…
Buoy. Or is it Bouy? Booey is what it should be, for heaven’s sake.
It’s funny how I feel most like I’m drowning in work on the mornings after Liam hasn’t slept. Someone throw me a bu- bo- er, someone throw me a life preserver. After two nights in a row of teething pain and its requisite hourly wakeups, I feel like curling into a ball and…