You know you’ve married the right man when he farts and you can’t smell it.
For successfully convincing several of the more gullible members of my family that we plan on naming our baby girl Larry.
Ask me twice, in all seriousness, how to spell ARMSTRONG. It’s not like I’m asking you to write down KOTTKE, for crying out loud.
Describe Paige Davis as “that woman who crawled out of Satan’s ass.”
The Shins: Chutes Too Narrow
It’s been nearly five years since I experienced a proper autumn, a change in weather that requires I abandon the flip-flop and actually spend precious moments of my day pulling on socks and tying water-resistant footwear. I’ve never been a big fan of cold weather, which is one of the reasons I found it really [...]
Ten things I hate about being pregnant (thanks jen)