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Angry Birds Are Good For Your Relationship

24th February 2011

I’ve been drinking a lot of tea lately.  I’m still all about the coffee; we got a cafetière at the weekend, so we could try my Dad’s lovely Christmas present from here.  I have to say though; I’ve revised my somewhat scathing opinions of tea since Sarge arrived on the scene. There are some quite exciting things happening for me, and tea is the only thing that stops my brain from buzzing.  The fact I now ask Sarge to make…

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The State Of My Head

22nd February 2011

Some of you may remember my quest to get back to my natural hair colour before I turn 30…next month. I went shopping yesterday, something I don’t do very often.  My roots/fake colour in a full-length mirror was a scary sight to behold.  My nick-name lately has been Two-Tone Tessie.  On the way home, I bought some magic in a box. I used it this morning to ‘blend my roots’.  They blended quite nicely as I watched Judge Judy for…

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Nothing Says 'I Love You' Like WD-40

22nd December 2010

We went back to Glasgow last weekend to help Dad and Anne decorate their tree and see some friends. The younger-than-us people sitting across from us on the train thought we were Mormon, because of Sarge’s beard.  We figured they meant Amish, but further figured they were too drunk to compare and contrast.  We arrived in Glasgow laughing and cold, with some doughnuts to test on my people.  The second batch looked more like doughnuts.  So much more that Sarge…

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Your Mom (Mine, Actually)

12th November 2010

I talk to my mother on the phone once a week.  She always starts the conversation/answering machine message with:  Hi, it’s Mom.  Like I wouldn’t know it was her.  I’d swear even the ring sounds different when she’s on the other end of the line.  My mother really does have the strongest Long Island accent you could imagine.  Actually, think of one and then multiply it by ten.  You might then have idea what my mother sounds like.  And for…

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The Dentist

27th October 2010

By the time I was 17, I’d had five years of braces, all four wisdom teeth taken out and two root canals, which were the result of my over-zealous orthodontist and his too-tight braces.  Anyway. Like lifts, if I were afraid of dentists, I’d be screwed.  I’m not afraid of them.  Even with all my previous ‘work’, I hadn’t had a regular old lay-off-the sugar-please cavity, until my new dentist found two last month. I know the difference between good…

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