Picture it: A crowded restaurant. A table full of friends. All other tables full of strangers. And a three-year-old with absolutely no inside voice. I was having dinner with friends I haven’t seen since my wedding (nearly five years ago, how did that happen?) There was music and memories. Hot chocolate with impressive whipped cream, and lots of coffee and more than a few laughs. There was also a locked accessible toilet. Some people would call that an inaccessible toilet. But…
And so, over the weekend the fam and I went on road-trip to celebrate Neil’s birthday and to mark my 25th year in Scotland. More about that later. Our car is still in the garage after the last road-trip, so we piled into our red replacement and went in search of seafood. The music in the car was CD 3 of our wedding mix. The music that played during the cocktail hour. Did I mention we missed our own reception?…
I am not a blogging expert, I usually don’t blog about blogging. I get my blogging advice from people who are smarter at blogging than I am. I just write personal essays/sarcastic listicles in a public forum and some people like them. That’s groovy. I thank you. In the spirit of not being a bullshit artist, you guys know I’ve been blogging since 2010. However. That’s only 430 posts. I’ve had 3 day jobs, married one person, and made another…
And so, I found myself with some alone time this weekend. And I had PLANS, you guys. I moved my laptop into the living room where I planned to write while watching television and eating Doritos for breakfast. Neil was playing in a Go tournament (which he still insists isn’t actually chess), and Isla was spending the day at my Dad’s. Everyone thought I needed kid-free, husband-free time, so I found myself tooling about the house on my own at…
Over the weekend, the fam and I did an experiment. We tried a road-trip to Inverness without the added interestingness of staying overnight somewhere. Our experiment garnered varying results. You knew that, right? Stick with me. It takes about two and a half hours to get to the thriving metropolis of Inverness from here. I put my morning coffee in my giant turquoise Starbucks travel mug and we piled in the car. Now. I have always encouraged Isla to be…
