Dearest You, A year ago today, I put on a dress, prayed to the angels and asked you to marry me. Thank you for telling me to get up off the floor and giving me an empty box. It’s the best empty box I ever got. And this coming from a girl who collects empty boxes. Thank you for sitting with me on the stairs. And sometimes dragging me backwards down them. Yes, I trust you. With my heart. With my…
And so, last weekend I started a healthy eating kick. For me, this meant leaving the lettuce and onions and one or two peppers on Saturday’s burger, and not having sour sweets while watching Tin Tin at the cinema. I took fruit-bars to work and came home to rice-cakes and grapes. I may have asked Sarge to boil spinach pasta and then left the tomato chucks in the sauce. I was doing pretty well. And then Thursday happened. I’ve told…
On Friday, I posted my post and went to the pub. I left my phone safely at home, and instead concerned myself with this delicious beer. After a few, we came home and I decided to check my email while Sarge brushed his teeth. There were lots of little yellow flags in my gmail inbox, and I discovered I’d been Freshly Pressed. It was the third time I’ve seen my little blog up there. Exciting, as ever. I’d like to…
Well. It happened. I called both my parents and told them before they read it online. My friends can’t believe it’s actually true. And we weren’t even drunk. As per a new tradition, Sarge and I met for coffee after work on Tuesday. We were on our way to dinner when the world went from just under the speed limit to slow motion. I came off a curb-cut/ramp, and the front wheel caught in a rut or on a piece…
