I have this great post half-written about the vintage cookbook I recently acquired, and I was going to finish it post it now, except that I can’t, because we’ve hit one of those points where being married just got hard, like, I guess, it sometimes does. And I have to go deal, and also resist yammering on and on about it here because “marital unhappy times” is one of the three things I refuse to blog about, the other being “marital sex” and “monthly lady times”, which still, in my late twenties, embarrasses me so much to talk about that I have to refer to it as “monthly lady times”. I know.
Anyway.
brace yourself – there'll be plenty of that. goodluck!
G.
19 Feb 09 at 11:59 am
I had to talk money the other day. It was no fun and it was hard and I hate it more each time I have to do it.
sarah
19 Feb 09 at 5:33 pm