I haven't been posting for a bit. There's a reason why, which I won't go into right now because the reason is unpleasant. But what I will do is post a link to an episode of The Newlywed Game that Ricky and I were on two years ago that (finally) aired pretty recently. (Spoiler alert: we lose in a spectacular fashion.) Enjoy!

So I received the "you haven't logged into your account in two years, so we're going to delete it" email ( Read more... )

Just when I thought I had Ricky figured out, he throws me a curve ball. 'Cuz for Christmas this year he got me a big, gift-wrapped box of IN YER FACE!!


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So after the Christmas List post last year, Ricky tore the apartment apart and found my secret list, and then proceeded to buy a bunch of things off of it. Of course, when the very first thing I opened was something I had actually asked for, I called him out, and he fessed up immediately. We both had a good laugh, and I put The List to bed, ( Read more... )

‎1010 WINS announced that one of the second-place lottery winners was from Forest Hills, Queens. I strode in confidently with my $1 Quick Pick and smiled knowingly when the cashier said, "Congratulations! You won!" The guy next to me said, "Really? Are you going to quit your job?"

I winked at him as the cashier handed me my $7 prize and said, "

My cat is a dick ( Read more... )

Ricky: How do you know what I got you?
Me: Um, you wrapped it aluminum foil.
Ricky: So?
Me: Well, when you do that, it literally takes the shape of the thing that it is.
Ricky: But I wrapped it...so you couldn't...

*pause*

Ricky: GODDAMMIT.

So because it's the holidays, I get about 8 gazillion catalogs in the mail every day. I don't really mind, mainly because I did 99% of my Christmas shopping through them. However, the only one that made me nearly weep with desire was the one from Omaha Steaks, with a big, juicy t-bone on the cover.

*sigh* Shittiest vegetarian EVER.

There are a lot of things that my husband Ricky is good at. For example, he can mix up a custom cocktail that will knock your socks off. He can spout history and politics like friggin' Rain Man. He draws and he plays bass. And he can do this awesome thing with his tongue that...well, that's another story entirely. But that's not the point. The ( Read more... )

I've officially gotten old. It's not that a certain age was reached, or that I started getting arthritis or whatever. It's because (at work) I find myself increasingly surrounded by young people who, when I make a reference to certain things in my past, have no idea what the fuck I'm talking about ( Read more... )