Monthly Archives: April, 2012
How I Won The Dance Contest
I’ve been an ungrateful little blogger. Bloggers love other bloggers, and they like to give each other prizes. The first time someone presented me with a blogging award, I was happy – but skeptical. When you accept on a blogging prize, you have to pass it on to five, seven, or maybe even fifty-seven other …
Edward Scissorfeet
I love blogging. There is no better way to complain. It’s therapeutic. This is the second time in six months that I found this when I went up after breakfast to make the bed: This is the foot of the bed. On my husband’s side. Despite the evidence, I am not married to this guy: …
Even I’M not THAT vain
Spring. That special time of year. Time for renewal. Time for change. Time to change to my cotton cardigans. As I lighten my wardrobe (and this year my hair), it always becomes clear to me how very light I am. For a person who was originally a brunette, I am extremely pale. Like the white …
I Solve Life’s Neurological Mystery
I’m sure by now everyone realizes that my husband does not read my blog. I love him very much, but I also love the freedom to laugh at his craziness, or wonder about his mysteries. This is a mystery blog. My husband is not neat. Mostly because he has an impenetrable belief that he should save …
Marital Harmony
As I’ve previously complained mentioned, my husband and I do not share the same taste in music. I love James Taylor. He loves The Beach Boys. Mention classical music, and I think Debussy. He thinks Gene Autry. Sexy mood? I’m all Marvin Gaye; he’s Elvis. We go to a wedding, and I’m hoping for “Mony …
Move Over, Sue Ellen
Now that I have my blonde highlights, I figured I would go out and buy yet MORE new makeup. After all, now I’m a blonde (sort of), and so I might need slightly different shades. Although my favorite makeup arena is the drugstore aisle, I treated myself to a trip to Sephora. Sephora lets you …
When Training Backfires
When it comes to understanding women, my husband is a slow learner. For instance: He doesn’t ‘get’ hair. When we first met, more than twenty years ago, he actually thought that women liked their hair. He believed all that ‘crowning glory’ crap. He thought waist-length hair was pretty on every woman. He thought women didn’t …
Multiple Choice
I’m all for choice. I like web sites that show you five ways to wear a white shirt. Or the top six lipsticks. Or the ten best books ever written. I can even go for the six best lipsticks to wear while reading the ten best novels. But some sites are getting a little carried …
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