first off, i seriously hope this is the closest i ever get to fur. but many thanks to the folks at locale magazine for asking me to take part in their ‘actual oc wives’ story. much to bravotv’s chagrin we aren’t all velour, track suit donned,...
typically i’m not fond of february 14th. too much red {my color liked least} and too little spontaneity. hunky and i choose to celebrate everyday as valentines rather than designate one silly day. {pause for involuntary gag} but just in case, this one wacky year...
hunky and i continue the courting into our third year of marital happy. we adhere to a strict date night rule. {basically only that we have one, once a week} me and him. him and me. face to face. well, more like my forehead to his chest. he is rather tall, my fella....
i have a problem. i can’t stop eating the peanut butter in our house. right there out of the jar. heinous and uncouth. please, if ever you are our guest, and are offered a sandwich with this said condiment, insist that we use a fresh, unopened bottle. otherwise...
hh and i are officially on vacation! a week’s worth of twirling, kissing, and smiling. restoration commenced. my heart swells, my mind quiets, an unyielding spirit emerges. every hour i am closer to who i am meant to be. image Similar...
dears, what’s on your weekend docket? last night’s tea-spoon serving of sleep has me nutty for a nap. i’m already lining up a giant, non-stop, shut-eye marathon. i can’t complain. last evening’s late night revelry was joshua radin...
