Guys. I know how many of my posts are about poop. I KNOW. I’m sorry. But seriously…. Norman is trying … Continue reading My Husband is Trying to Drown us in Sewage
Imagine yourself, standing outside in the snow. It’s below freezing, and you’ve got your snow boots on, unlaced, over your … Continue reading Not My Best 12 Hours…
Norman and I went to the cinema last night. We got Quizno’s first (and I must say, Subway FTW), and … Continue reading My Life is So Glamorous: Reflections on Barfing into my Salad Bowl
“In the face of such hopelessness as our eventual, unavoidable death, there is little sense in not at least trying … Continue reading Your Freak Flag- Or, You’ll Never Be Happy If You’re Not Yourself
GUYS. I used to be the EXPERT at being alone. Here’s how I lived my life pre-Norman: Make plans Invite … Continue reading Marriage Has Ruined My Life
This: is is my husband. His name is Norman. He’s Swiss by birth, was raised in Uganda until he … Continue reading This is Norman.
I feel like all those adorable youtube channels of people living in tiny homes and such should be forced to … Continue reading A Serious Lack of Privacy and Space
My sister once told me that, when you have a baby, your ideas of what is and isn’t a clean … Continue reading My Husband is Covered in Sewage…. Tales of an RV Black Tank
“In this world nothing can be said to be certain, except death and taxes.” – Benjamin Franklin No offence to … Continue reading Fergus the Unicorn
Last spring, Norman and I sold our 1990 Pathfinder. The masala-mobile (a car we so nicknamed because the previous owner … Continue reading Gazpacho: Slug Bug Blue!