Sometimes, you watch a video that sums up everything you’ve been trying to teach your Scottish husband for the past eight years. Or is it just me? (A subtitled version can be found on Facebook. I can’t link to it here. Sorry, actually sorry.) …
And so, I’m sitting here (as I do) wondering where to start. Perhaps with a confession. Before I started this post, I checked my stats. I know, I said elsewhere, don’t become a Stats fiend. New year, new me? No, not quite. But I’m looking at the chart, thinking: Who are these people? Where do they come from? How can I help them? Bounce rate is like, something fun, right? No? I started blogging when blogs were indeed personal journals.…
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…
