This isn’t an actual Slinky. Not even for astronauts.…
And so, this happened: Still trying to find words for the last few weeks. There will be a bunch of them. And they still won’t be enough to cover it. For now, I want to share proof of our Double Docs wedding. (Thanks to The Invisible Man, and our friend Dan, for the photo.) And what did you do on June 15th? …
And so, I’m sitting here listening to the wedding mix. I’ve stopped watching wedding shows and started eating again. Mostly Tic-Tacs. For nostalgic reasons. And because I know I should eat, but I’m not actually hungry. I’m still writing emails. And my mother arrives on Monday. And then Sarge and I get married on the 15th. Think of us. While I’m away, I shall leave you in the capable words of Elsa from Feminist Sonar, Susan from Adventures in Low…
A dear friend just sent me this list of The 50 Most Romantic Things That Ever Happened. Because, y’know, stuff like that makes me melt, these days. Anyway, Sarge walked in as I was scrolling through. ‘I’m going to leave the room while you look at these,’ I said. When I returned, Sarge said, ‘I’d build you a ramp for those 6,000 stairs. And then I’d push you up the ramp. Just so people would know we’re together, you understand.’…
For Christmas, Dad bought me a copy of The Ultimate Worst-Case Scenario Survival Handbook. Because that’s the kinda guy he is. I think it was a joint present. ‘You can skip the bits on dating and breaking up. I have, however, highlighted the section on BABIES!’ he said. Since then, the book has sat on our actual coffee table, used as a handy reference guide/random writing prompter. On Friday, I found the book open to this not-so-random page (73): A…
