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Seven years in, and I have just now noticed this?

While talking with a friend today we got on the subject of pet names (for your significant other, not the domesticated animals living at your house) and terms of endearment.  And all of a sudden realization dawned:  N does not have pet names or sweet little terms that he uses for me.  Oh, yes, he […]

Personally, I love breakfast at any time of day. Or night.

Excerpts of today’s IM conversation regarding dinner options between my difficult charming husband and myself: me:  I thought you hated quiche          

Not much to say, but I say it anyway. Also, bad mom. Bad!

This morning I didn’t hear from Miss T at all until 4:11, and initially I was so proud of her for sleeping almost all the way through the night!  And then I went to put her bottle in the fridge and saw the leftovers of another bottle so I was able to surmise that N had dealt […]

A delightful assortment of crap, peppered with rage.

Oh, people. I have a serious case of The Cranky. I can’t even go into detail here because it will cause me to turn into a horrifically ranty ball of rage (TOO LATE) but suffice it to say that earlier today I felt myself slipping into the seventh circle of hell because of one woman’s […]

The Story of Us*

I don’t eat red meat. He loves beef in all of its various incarnations. I love bad horror movies and action flicks. He prefers foreign films and Oscar-worthy titles.