For the record: I don’t think so, I really don’t. Z and I talked about it today. Remember “Carlos Danger”? For those of you who don’t know, that was Weiner’s pseudonym when he texted women he was not married to. Super cheeseball, right? Not just unfaithful, but the fromage. Insult, meet injury. I don’t want…
My family is athletic. I’m probably, now that I think of it, the least athletic person of us all. For fun, we do things like root each other on while completing marathons, or travelling to participate in relays together. Skiing, swimming, tobogganing – any/all of this would be considered “fun”. Growing up, my parents had…
Last week, I took on a new task, professionally. I’m usually a confident person, work-wise. I can ask for things, I can say “no” and be firm. But with this new task, I was a little out-of-my-depth. Without even realizing it, I’d been downplaying it – thinking of it as a trivial thing. To do…
When I was about 14, I went with my mom to a department store so she could get some more face cream. “Is it time for you to have face cream?” she wondered. “Would you like to try some?” Sitting at a counter, doing a skin analysis with one of the sales women, I mentioned…
Z knows more – way more – about cars than I do, but between us, I’m the one who wants a classic car more. Possibly because, when push comes to shove, I’m the less financially responsible. If money were no object, Z would opt for a nice, well-running German import, slightly newer model. I’m the…
The other day, Z caught me watching videos of Simone Biles. What an incredible athlete! We talked a little about what it would be like to do that, to move like that – those high, compact flips. What would it feel like? What does she see? Then I wondered if we were too tall. For a…
Last night, we had some friends over for drinks. The friends are cat lovers, so – naturally – they tried to pet ours. Though she’d been in the mood for their love before, last night she was having none of it. She hissed at the man. He laughed, and gave her some space. At the…
Not too long ago, a friend was kvetching about a woman she knew. This woman had low standards: she’d volunteer to do something, like bake cupcakes for a bake sale or do decorations for some party, and would do a terrible job. My friend, who has a serious perfectionistic streak (as do most of my…
Last night, I finally broke down and told Z that I was mildly upset that he hadn’t changed all of his passwords to have something to do with me. Like how his banking pin number isn’t my birthday, or his email password something like: “EmilyLoveLifeXXXX”. (With “XXXX” being the year we met, got married, or…
Recently, all, I celebrated my birthday. It was wonderful; I was showered with gifts. (That’s right – I’m a cancer. I mean, if you believe in that stuff.) With my gifts, I went shopping. As you know, I love the shopping. I love fashion, I love seeing what’s out there. I saw some beautiful things.…
