I want to say that my personal hygiene has really taken a nosedive since I started working from home, but if I’m being honest, I didn’t shower all that regularly to begin with. Fortunately, I have enough out-of-the-house meetings and appointments that I’m forced to wear non-sweatpants a couple of times a week (and I’m not even counting yoga pants here!). If you spent a lot of time outside, you are probably at least kind of gross, too. Let’s find out! Continue reading “Quiz: How Gross Are You?”
I love scary movies. Maybe that’s why I’m drawn to things like climbing and skiing: I get a rush from those edge-of-your-seat moments, that split second after you’ve passed the point of no return and before you know what the outcome will be. It’s why I eagerly await the Dirtbag Diaries’ annual “Tales of Terror” episode, why I can’t resist true crime documentaries and podcasts, why I insist we watch Scream every Halloween even though poor Bix spends most of those 90 minutes under a blanket, covering his ears.
The fun doesn’t end after October 31. These movie ideas have me losing sleep year-round. Continue reading “List: These horror movies will keep you up at night”
There comes a time in life when one must iron something. A wedding, perhaps, especially one you’re standing up in, or a funeral. An interview, a big presentation at work. I’m not saying I enjoy ironing. I’m just saying you have to do it sometimes. Continue reading “On irony, ski wax, and dressing professionally”
A few months ago, we bought a truck. Somehow—and I still believe with all my heart that this was because someone, somewhere wasn’t paying attention or doing their job—we walked into a dealership on a weekday afternoon and drove away in a brand-new Toyota Tacoma. Continue reading “The end of an era”
I am married to a music snob. This is fine with me, because, if I’m being honest, I don’t care all that much about music.
I have preferences, sure. I have favorite bands and albums (“records,” my husband calls them) and songs I will listen to over and over and over again if I’m driving alone and there’s no one in the car to slap my hand away from the stereo and say, “Christ, enough already with the Barenaked Ladies!” or whatever. It’s not always the Barenaked Ladies. I was just making a point. Continue reading “The best road trip music, hands down”