November 24, 2008
It’s with great trepidation that I write any blog entry revolving around the word “egg”. Inevitably, Adam will peer over my shoulder and then we’ll be egg-converting words all evening to, frankly, what results in very little hilarity. It’s an egg-scruitating egg-sercise in seeing who can egg-ceed the other’s ability to egg up the most [...]
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November 22, 2008
Everyone’s had those moments where their partner arrives home, more than a little tipsy, and mumbles that they’ve accomplished some sort of drunken superhero act. In the past, Adam has arrived home with these delightful summaries of his evening for me: • “I’ve just called my boss a bitch in front of all 250 staff!” [...]
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