Happy Valentine’s Day, inklings. I say that a bit tongue-in-cheek. The husband and I do cards and sort-of flowers: He brings them home, gives them to me, and then they live in the bathroom behind closed doors because Pippin thinks they’re her salad. Some years we go out on a Valentine’s date, but it doesn’t …
Spiders. No no no no no no no.
I really shouldn’t be allowed to use knives at all.
In this episode of Courtney’s Brain Does Odd Things, I discuss with the husband what we’re really going to miss after the zombie apocalypse.
A marital horror incident of epic proportions. In mine own living room. Read at your own risk.
In this short exchange, we see a gardening-inspired marital moment.
So, the other day, the husband and I had this thing about mismatched socks….