Halfway back, Izzie walked into a patch of wild grass in between two office buildings. It didn’t occur to me that she would come across anything devastating to our morning.
‘Oh, by the way, you farted last night.’ If you ever want to know what married people talk about first thing in the morning after waking up. It’s this. ‘What?’ I asked. ‘Really I did?’
I know this man who has a magical power. It is a keen ability to wedge his way into the cracks of a person’s wall and turn their frown upside down. This man just happens to be my husband.
For the first time in about 10 years, I was summoned for jury duty. This time it wasn’t the dreaded Frank Crowley Criminal Courthouse. It was the slightly more refined George Allen Civil Courthouse on Commerce Street. And not to say that Crowley is the bad seed, but let’s face it. It’s on the other side of the smelly tunnel…. View Post
Almost ten years ago, I came across this book through one of my financial blogging gurus. I was in an economic renaissance: I had already paid down most of my credit cards, and I was improving my spending habits. The concept of approaching family financial planning like a CFO was something I’d never considered before, but I wasn’t in a… View Post