No, I haven’t forgotten. And yes, I offered the opportunity of writing this post to my husband, who laughed out loud. “No, really,” I said, “would you?” “I know better than that!” he said. So I waited. Two days later I asked him again. He looked startled and said “Goodness, when?” Which being interpreted is, […]
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I forgot one crucial piece I was going to mention about communicating with men. 5. Round up. Not like a cowboy, like a mathematician. He means well, it just sounds different in manspeak. Round it up to the closest equivalent. Hm. = I’m listening, keep talking. Aw. = You poor dear girl, I can only
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Let me be clear on this: when I am most mocking and piquant about my husband, it’s a sign we’re having fun. When I start writing serious blog posts entitled Thirty Days of Honor, you can bet we’re not doing so well. Ultimate low point of our marriage, right there. Take my word for it;
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Dear Single Ladies, To be fair, I must needs direct a few words your way as well. And truly, I have somewhat to say unto thee. [And they said unto her, Say on.] There is an enemy to romance lurking in the heart of every woman, single or married, as far as I can tell:
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Dear Single Men, It’s been a while since I’ve directed any comments your way, so lest you get too comfortable I thought I’d jot a note to light a fire under your collective rumps. I may have reminded you before that most single women are not single by choice. (Is this ringing a bell? Okay,
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Last weekend my husband’s parents came to visit. We love them. We love their visits. And I started thinking about the relational stages of in-laws. I wrote this post as a laughing tribute to both the Incredible Man and his family (hereinafter referred to as the Smiths), who love me as their own and who
Confession: Everything was locking up for me today. First my Kindle. Then Grooveshark. Then my laptop. After ten years of marriage to a tech man, I’ve learned a few things—not to bang the offending item on the countertop, for instance… and that restarting often helps… and even to open Task Manager and fiddle around exiting
So what about them marital differences? Here’s a parting piece of advice that I would like to learn to take myself—some days I swallow it with a smile, some days I choke. * Please be careful. A woman’s scorn is poison. If you’re going to infiltrate your marriage with scorn, you might as well lace his
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Confession: Sometimes I am tired of hearing about this “true love” bit. I suspect the way we talk about it is all wrong. We talk about it as the one true path amid a host of bunny trails. We say that it’s waiting, that it’s out there somewhere. We say that we found it, as
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To anyone who is worried about whether or not the psycho writer of this blog can be trusted, rest assured. She cannot. However, only in a single five minute period of frivolity has she ever deliberately posed here as someone she is not, say between the hours of 11:17 and 11:22 on a dark Wednesday