As predicted, I’ve missed a few blogging days. That means this and the next couple of posts will probably be pretty short. Meh. Oh well. This is how we roll. Plus, honestly, my brain’s kinda preoccupied with our world-wide question of “is it Captain Trips or isn’t it?” So my attention span for philosophy isn’t …
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….