To bond with my writer-husband, I killed a lone activist in my mind and buried him in the concrete of an outdoor pool.
I understand more than enough to convey to Thomas that the woman is frankly zany.
P.S. To a certain someone who is reading this blog: shhhhh... Your mouth is a tomb, remember?
For our next date, choose the color you want me to wear. Again, your choices are black and blue.
Of my own departure, now these many months later, I will say that it was never my intention to stay.
This is definitely not my typical post. I admit to being an unrepentant romantic. And it’s the Hallmark Holiday! So… …a virtual hug to my friend, Vicki, for my SpongeBob Squarepants Valentine’s
I had set up three dates, connections with people that I had met via my network connections or the ever-helpful Craigslist.