Dear Friends: I’m so glad I had to cancel that trip to Amsterdam. Europe can wait. I just had the best birthday ever. Saturday afternoon, Heather and I dragged our sleep-deprived asses to the airport and got on a plane to Charlotte, North Carolina. No, come back! It gets better, I swear. Our already late-night flight was delayed due to ...
Dear Friends: I’m sitting here in my going-someplace-warmer outfit, wondering if I can get in a nap before our ride to the airport shows up in a little over an hour. Last night’s birthday celebration for Heather, the details of which shall remain known only to those individuals involved, have left me beyond the help of even my lukewarm cappuccino. ...
Dear Dad, Once again, you’ve saved me. My car is running, and has four matching wheels. (Which is more important? The matching wheels, of course.) You drove over to my house last night after my lifting class, toting a battery charger, a spoon I left at the Memorial Day picnic, and a coupon for Thai food that my mom clipped ...
Gentle Readers, Do you ever stop and wonder when all that bad karma is going to catch up to you? I do. I’m nowhere near stupid enough to think I deserve my usual good luck, so I can accept the occasional visit from the agents of retribution. Like this weekend. Saturday began happily with breakfast at the Highland Grill with ...