So, I guess I should say that The Husband doesn’t ordinarily wear a tiara? Also? Ireland. Read on, Reader!
Don’t worry—I’ll always share my Easter chocolate with you! Read on, Reader!
COURTENAY BLUEBIRD: (Smiling.) What if TV sports shows did a post-game wrap up of St. Patrick’s Day events? Let’s find out! Read on, Reader!
The Husband said to tell you to watch out for underpantlemurs in the wild. Read on, Reader!
You are never, ever, ever going to look at David Lynch’s Dune the same way after watching this hilarious thing. Read on, Reader!
In hot weather, my sanity deteriorates. Quickly. Read on, Reader!
MY FRESHMAN YEAR of college I lived in an apartment near my favorite coffeehouse. It was not my first time to live in a transitory neighborhood. But it was my first experience with a wheelchair flasher and a SWAT team. Read on, Reader!
Have you ever had spellcheck start acting bizarre on a regular basis? Okay. But have you ever taken it personally? Wait! Don’t answer that. Read on, Reader!
In marriage this saying is doubly true: Don’t ask the question if you don’t want to hear the answer. Especially when the answer is an unprompted “Well, your forehead isn’t that big in real life.” No, really! Read on, Reader!
For seventeen years’ worth of St. Patrick’s Days, I performed without pay (because I was still an amateur competitor) starting at 6 a.m. on the 17th and ending somewhere around 3 a.m. on the 18th. So today, I raise my cup of coffee to those dancing in the trenches— I was a teenage Irish Stepdancer. This is my tale. Read on, Reader!
And then I found THIS, and I knew— I just KNEW—that you’d love it. <3 Read on, Reader!
Sometimes I don’t even understand what’s going on around here. What do nature shows have to do with finishing a history project? Do you know? <3 Read on, Reader!