My husband, Mister, and I entered the shooting range and the ratta-tat-tat of the gunfire was intoxicating. Terrifying, but otherwise exciting. Scratch that, we didn’t even have to enter, we heard it in the parking lot. I think I had some fun, but I’m not entirely sure. Now, I don’t want this to be a gun......
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I realize this one week too late. I should have posted this on 4/20 then I could have said any number of clever things: Glazing over, she admired the pot in her hands. The day I became a pothead. I think I have a knack for pot. I tried pot today and I’m going......
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I picked up the above brochure from a hospital in Nicaragua and thought, “Damn, if this doesn’t sound like fun.” So, with the help of a dehydrated and seriously ill Mister (way to take one for the team!) we visited clinics, pharmacies, labs, emergency rooms, and even sprang for an overnight stay. Bravo Mister.......
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The victim was a fictitious person named Pierre DuPre. I married him for the best three months of my life (sorry Mister). We hosted our very first Murder Mystery dinner party. It may not be our last but we have to give it a few years before we try again. We will accept invitations; however, if......
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I didn’t expect to love holding a snake. In fact, I had a whole tummy drop moment when I realized that my brave face was about to be put to the test. My friends and I, a toddler friend too, spent the afternoon at Reptilia. My request when booking the session was, “I want......
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