Tis the Season!
No, not that one. Diet season. You know, that season between big, bulky clothes and (eeeek) shorts, sleeveless shirts, and (gasp) swim suits. By now, the New Year resolutions have pretty much faded by the wayside. A 3-month-at-a-glance calendar says you’ll be changing out the clothes in the closet much sooner than you think, especially when you look outside and it’s snowing. But I’m planning ahead. Not really. I’m just not sure I can continue to fit in those big, bulky clothe
When you know your husband really has you figured out
I recently celebrated my 29th birthday. Again. For the 30th time. That I've lived that long is great (especially considering what we actually did on my birthday (see the earlier post about good luck and bad decisions), but what really made my day was what my husband gave me for my birthday. Guess what it was. No, really, guess. You won't get it, not in a million years. Give up? (if you guessed, it's because I provided visual hints!) Okay. He gave me classes in criminology and
My thoughts on Swedish Death Cleaning
Well, first of all, when I originally saw this topic, I assumed it was post death, which seemed like something I wasn’t interested in because by the time I needed it, I’d be dead, right? Turns out, that’s not what Swedish Death Cleaning (SDC) means at all. It’s basically the same as the “new” thing Marie Kondo has been promoting in her sold-out book and on TV, only she (very considerately) doesn’t use the word “death” – she calls it the KonMari Method (narcissistic, perhaps…)