A blog full of memories
You might know that you like a boy because he comes to pick you up for your first real date in a 1980 blue Mercedes (powered by diesel). And he opens the door for you to get in. And that stupid little gesture makes you feel pretty special–because you already know you like him. And …
You might know you like a boy when you’re both just walking along and talking and you find out what he does and where he works and you just say it right out loud, right up front: I don’t like your wines. And he’s sort of quiet for a moment then he looks at you …
I wanted to make a friend a housewarming gift. She’s just renovated a large part of her house and it was time to have people over. I was trying to think of something that was consumable–yet humourous. I thought Mr. Pineapple Head was a good idea. Charlie came over on Friday night. We made this …
I wasn’t going to go out on Halloween. I don’t really know anybody. I usually keep to myself. Except, how am I supposed to become part of the community if I don’t get out and meet people? I called my friend KatieBird and left a message. I figured if anybody was going to go out …