That’s Why I Married You.

Hey P.J., Happy anniversary! Almost. We’re almost at 7 years- and I know how much you love your little mathly technicalities- so I’ll wait until this Sunday to say this to your face. (This is a big concession, which I know you know, being as I dig celebrating my birthday from May 6th until July 6th. Birthday “month” really only depends on when you start and when you end, right? Don’t answer that.) Another thing I know we both know {Read More}

The Perfect Partnership, Or- Outsmarting Your Wife.

Last Sunday, I was in a mood. A mood. I was feeling unproductive, irritable, and ready to crawl out of my own skin. P.J. took one look at me and casually remarked, “You should go organize the bookshelves.” I almost threw a plate at his head. Of all the sexist, demeaning, trivializing things to say, he’s telling me to go do prettifying busywork? In not so many words, I informed him that he had made a grave error in judgement. {Read More}

Ten Years Ago, Or- Good Thing I’m Persistent.

Ten years ago, I met this guy. It wasn’t the day we started dating or anything momentous like that- just…around the time this person sort of ambled into my life, wielding a headshot and resumé and easily the most earnest smile I’d ever seen. I couldn’t tell you what he was wearing- probably a t-shirt and jeans or corduroy pants with ducks on them- but the smile and the fact that it fully reached his eyes has been written on {Read More}

A Round-Up In Pictures. (And Love.)

Pals, today I’m gonna skip the usual round-up of writin’s (except to say that Chicago peeps should really check out this MSI giveaway- ending tonight!) and give you the round-up of pix which thoroughly define this week. So. Pix Which Thoroughly Define This Week: Someone is enjoying his food. And is preeeeeetty proud of himself. (FYI, this picture sorta encapsulates every dinnertime…and room where food could possibly be served…and at least nine outfits.) On Saturday, I celebrated six years of {Read More}

A Recap, Killer Events, And My Favorite Pic Of My Folks.

Oh my goodness, y’all: SO MUCH STUFF. For starters, it was 45 degrees in Chicago yesterday. People celebrated by running around naked in rapidly melting snow towers. It was like a nudie Polar Plunge. (Today, we celebrate with Le Pneumonia.) Also yesterday, my folks celebrated their 40th wedding anniversary- and I celebrated by showcasing their downright incredible wedding getups all over the internet. (I love you, Mom and Dad. Also: those outfits.) Also also, my giveaway ended for 4 tix {Read More}

Happy Anniversary, You Crazy Kids!

This couple. They met and decided to go have some wild adventures and then he built her a house on Cape Cod.Then they had a kid.(And then they had this kid.) And then two more kids, which everyone agreed was a) not “a little brother” and b) not “a trip to Disney World.” Then came two more houses, at least three business ventures, and a whole menagerie, which [eventually] included five dogs, five cats, two hamsters, and at least thirty fish. {Read More}

Sweet Home Chicago.

Goodness, she’s young. Also, a little cold. Tomorrow marks my 10th anniversary with Chicago. That’s a long time, especially with my track record. (Don’t be alarmed, Peej. I’m different now.) What should’ve been a one-season stand with a city (I had my eye on you, Los Angeles, and you sure turned my head, NYC- but we weren’t the ones for each other) turned into a full on crushfest of epic

Four Years Young!

Not a single thing has changed. (Enjoy it now,you ridiculously well-rested fool.) Lollygag Blog turned four years old yesterday. Which means that it’s now bossy, energetic, and decently good with the English language. (Up to a point.)What started out as a writing exercise to keep myself motivated for plays/diverted from checking my Facebook status every three minutes has turned into a cheerful time-suck of epic proportions.Let’s take a look back to what we were blogging about during that first year, {Read More}