Monday night. The night when fear moves into my heart and my palms start to sweat.
My wedding was a few weeks ago and I’ve been thinking long and hard about how to address a guest’s breach of etiquette.
As my kids head back to school, I find myself longing for the days of learning. I have a wonderful job in a field that I love, but I just feel like going back to school.
This is the exact moment when my brain shifts into kill mode, and I deliver the best statement of my married life.
I am getting married at the end of the year to a wonderful man that I have known for years. I also know the ex-wife, as we were all part of the same friend group.
In just a few short weeks, Hubster and I will be celebrating our 13th wedding anniversary. When you add in dating time, I’ve known Hubster for a whopping 17 years! That’s a lot of years to not kill someone who folds towels the wrong way.
This weekend Hubster, Lola, and I hosted our first barbecue of the season for our friends. It rained. It rained a lot. Needless to say, Hubster stood in the rain wielding a spatula and I cheered him on from the window while chatting with friends.
Wedding season is coming and I am dreading it more than the thought of growing old and dying alone.
I have a friend, Susan, who has been a large part of my life since my teenage years. We went to high school and college together, and have landed in the same city as adults. I met my husband while in college and we’ve been married for over 10 years. My husband has disliked Susan since the two met.
I am engaged to be married to a wonderful man who I’ve been dating for several years. We maintain separate finances, as we felt it was important not to get too entangled before deciding if we wanted to spend our lives together.