Tag: beau

in which i curse my overactive imagination

So this morning while I was getting ready for work I started thinking about the T.V. show Intervention, and I started replaying the end of this one episode in my head where the sister and brother and father read their heartfelt...

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soulless

Yesterday the link to this site was getting passed around the intertubes like some kind of virtual...

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troublesome ’11

Today marks the sixth anniversary of my move to California. For those unfamiliar with the story, a recap: I used my already-overburdened credit card to buy a one-way flight to L.A. after spending my first year and a half after...

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mixed bag

Friday night we went to the beau’s office holiday party. This is the fifth year I’ve attended his holiday party, but the first of those years that we’ve been married. Some things happened this year that...

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letters. to my FACE.

I know this is hardly an original concept, but eh. Sometimes I have to quit trying to be all perfect and just write something, anything, and hit publish. Mmkay? Mmkay. ********* Dear husband, Really? Is it really necessary to...

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progress

The other week, I bought a bag. A shoulder bag. You know, one of those things that normal people call a purse.1 The following week, I bought another one. Now I have two “bags.” One is grey, and the other is brown. I...

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love and support

Last night we went to a wedding, and the beau proceeded to get kinda… toasty. I brought him home and put him to bed, and while I was finishing up in the bathroom we had the following exchange: Me: “I feel guilty for...

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back in the days

We have a big ‘ol TV. Big ‘ol. TV. It is HD. It is flat panel. Did I mention it was big?1 We inherited this thing via Beau’s parents, who somehow did not have a need for it anymore. And we have been pleased....

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