Tag: farts

Congratulations! And no, this doesn’t mean we’re next.

This year, Todd and I have acquired quite the collection of wedding invitations. I am not saying this to brag about how cool and popular we are because that’s a given, I’m merely making an observation. One that confirms that getting older requires a lot more responsibility and holy shit, weddings are expensive.

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Man, I feel like a woman.

This winter has sucked. Don’t get me wrong, snow is beautiful. I like layers of clothing. I like hot soups and beverages. However, it’s been so cold, I don’t think I’ve had proper circulation to my toes in the last 48 hours and for that, I am grumpy. My standard catalyst for grumpiness-alleviation is food

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