My flight to Reykjavik landed 45 minutes early, so my Girl Scout preparedness of wearing long underwear under my layers was unnecessary. I had plenty of time to put on my water repelling pants in the luxurious airport bathroom, which was about the size of a mock apartment in an IKEA store. To my surprise … Continue reading Drink, Walk & Drink Some More (Part Two – Iceland)
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Does this make me Rue McClanahan?
I went on a date Friday night. I tell you this so you will understand that I have fulfilled my date quota for the year and you won’t have the expectation of further dating stories this year. Any future dating posts are probably either made up, fantasies (especially if they involve Ryan Reynolds lookalikes), or are … Continue reading Does this make me Rue McClanahan?
I don’t fear dating; maybe I just fear slutty shoes
I had an Aha! moment this weekend, while cleaning out the umpteen shoe boxes buried under ¾” of dust under my bed. I don’t mean A-ha, like “Take on Me”, which was a totally awesome music video, even though I was listening to my 80s playlist at the time. If you now have that song … Continue reading I don’t fear dating; maybe I just fear slutty shoes
