I remember being in junior high and kissing a boy on my friend’s bed for 3 hours. Three whole hours. No talking, just intense rhythmic french kissing.
Ladies, your husbands are emailing me. Repeatedly. You may or may not have any idea this is happening. It’s probably while you’re in the shower, or after you go to bed. Or maybe when you think they’re texting a co-worker on the couch, or in the bathroom on their iPads.
Andy and I forgot our wedding anniversary. Then we suddenly remembered the night before, except we both incorrectly assumed it was our 10 year anniversary, which left us both scrambling. Fuck, what is the traditional gift for 10 years? Wikipedia says tin. Can it be Target Gift Cards and leftover Udon soup, because I have […]
For a while there, we could blame our hermitism and societal lameness on the children. Gosh, we’d love to go out, but we don’t have a sitter…. we’re exhausted… Wyatt is sick… Jude has a game in the morning… Gigi swallowed our car keys. Kids are like built in get-out-of-shit cards. But the real truth of […]
So I just spent 27 minutes flushing my tear ducts out this morning watching this… And that, on top of this… And it wormholed into this…. And then this… I mean, seriously dude, I bet Andy is pretty thankful youtube proposals weren’t a thing 10 years ago. Just me, him and the guy in charge […]