No More Vikings

His sweat smelled like Cheetos and he wore a kilt.  Yes, my date on this balmy, humid, moisture dripping late July Sunday afternoon fancies himself a Scottish Viking plunked down in the middle of central Pennsylvania.   Lest anyone think I deem every date over 6’ as Viking in stature because of my previously recounted … More No More Vikings

Drinks and Other Things with Narcoleptic Nate

“Aren’t I just so much fun,” he asks again as his lips curl in self-derision.  There’s been a lot of that kind of sneering this evening and this is the third time he’s made the same self-deprecating comment.   Inner monologue time.  No Dude.  You really aren’t.  But I’m wearing underwire for these double D’s … More Drinks and Other Things with Narcoleptic Nate

Single Girl Home Owning: Sewage Edition (AKA How I Spent an Evening with Plumber Jim)

On a good day I have my morning hustle down to a pat 30 minutes from feet on the floor to keys in the ignition.  The Type A in me prepares everything the night before so the not such a morning person, more likely to grunt than talk before coffee me has no idea what … More Single Girl Home Owning: Sewage Edition (AKA How I Spent an Evening with Plumber Jim)