The product links in this post are Amazon affiliate links, I make a small commission if you make a UK or US purchase through them, at no extra cost to you. Read my disclosure here And so, the fam and I have a wedding to go to pretty soon. I never knew I could stress so much over someone else’s wedding. The last wedding Neil and I went to (that wasn’t our wedding) turned out to be five days before Isla…
Last night was date night/Twin Peaks night. Neil and I haven’t had one of those in a long time, so Isla spent last night at Dad and Anne’s, playing with their cats and probably having too much sugar. She left and my heart felt like Swiss cheese. She came back and I touched her face and said I love you. She gave me her plastic Skye from Paw Patrol to keep until she gets back and out she runs demanding…
And so, my birthday dinner was also what we liked to call the In-laws Summit 2012. (Trust me, I have done braver things. Like eat cheese in the presence of my future husband.) In the spirit of togetherness, Sarge suggested we bring Hemingway to dinner so my mother could tune in via Skype. We did not. But it made me laugh thinking about it. And Sarge got major points with Mom when I mentioned it to her. She also thinks…
I was sitting in an airport chair, waiting for my chair to roll through on the baggage-claim belt. Sarge and I were trying to convince the Sky Cap my chair would be through on Over-size Items, which meant we were waiting in the wrong place. Sarge was tired, and I was just wired and wanted to get OUT. We got our bags, and then Sarge pointed over my head. ‘It’s over there,’ he said, pointing to my chair which had…
