Yes, this one concerns a bit o’ mental illness… But it’s really a Valentine’s Day story. (With a tiny bit of mental illness all up in there too.) I promise that it is. So. Back when I was little, I was convinced that the perfect Valentine’s Day involved cellophane-wrapped hearts and truckloads of roses and lilies and Golden Era romantic comedies on a loop. (To be quite honest, that is the perfect Valentine’s Day. It just is.) But as I’ve {Read More}
Valentine’s Day & mental illness & I promise this one ends well.
February 14, 2019 By Leave a Comment
10 years ago today. (An anniversary story.)
May 24, 2018 By 1 Comment
10 years ago today: I wore an absolutely gigantic lily in my absolutely gigantic hair 10 years ago today. P.J. chose that morning- of all mornings- to attempt shaving against the grain. Our geriatric organist appeared to be having a stroke during roughly half of the ceremony. My throat, which had been scratchy for the prior week, was downright on fire for the entire day. Our professional photographer made some odd creative choices: among them, neglecting the majority of the {Read More}
Happy birthday/thank you/I’m so, so sorry.
October 26, 2017 By Leave a Comment
It’s that time of year again, you guys! (For those of you playing along at home, one possible answer is: Celebration Month. This is also true. Between Susannah and Nora and P.J.’s birthdays- and subsequent celebrations which rarely ever happen on the birthdays themselves, nothatwouldbeCRAZY– and Halloween and Halloween school parties and Halloween other parties, we should probably just rename the month Sugar: (But Maybe With A Festive Gift Bag.) But no. Today I’d like to specifically focus on and fete {Read More}
P.J. creeps at a Victoria’s Secret store.
March 3, 2016 By 1 Comment
P.J. handed me a Victoria’s Secret bag after work last week . This is not super unusual. I know there are a lot of directions we can go with this information, but here’s what you really need to focus on: by handing me these Victoria’s Secret bags (on a near-quarterly basis), P.J. believes he is gaming the system. Still with me? Okay. You know those coupons for free underwear (we do not utter the word “panty” in our household) they mail {Read More}
