False Alarm

This is a late post from my trip to L.A. last week. I don't know about you, but when I think of a false alarm, I envision a negative pregnancy test. PHEW! ::wipes brow:: I had my tubes cut, burned, damn near ghost busted 2 years ago, yet I still worry about false alarms. Or … Continue reading False Alarm

Tit for Tat?

Last weekend, my husband and I decided to fight the deep-seeded urge to stay home growing roots into our couch, and instead join our best guy friend and his girlfriend at her middle school reunion. It was at a casual indoor/outdoor bar called American Social, where they also serve food. How American. I (and by … Continue reading Tit for Tat?