I’ve been cleaning a lot lately. Well, I cleaned the tub twice in two weeks, which is a lot for me. I’ve been doing laundry, including folding that shit and putting it away. I even vacuumed yesterday. I can count on one hand the number of times I vacuumed in my old apartment (my former…… Continue reading Two is the loneliest number
Finally, all those years of online dating are paying off (they technically paid off when I met Bogart, of course, but now I can put those skills to some sort of practical use)! I am apartment hunting. Technically we are apartment hunting, but I’m the one with the quasi-normal schedule, and I’m a bit controlling of…… Continue reading Home is where the heart is
‘Dry January, you’re still doing that? That must be really tough for you.’ Apparently, I’ve managed to get a reputation as a bit of a drinker, although I have no idea how that happened. The thought of a month off began as just a tiny whisper at my birthday dinner. One of my best friends works…… Continue reading Drink up
Despite my now normal/boring blog/life, I have managed to fit in a few tiny patented Steph Freak Outs™ over the past couple of weeks. After Bogart and I made it Facebook Official (it’s impossible to type those words without feeling like a 12-year-old, by the by), the world went a bit bonkers. Not only did…… Continue reading Get freaky
Last Thursday saw a flurry of activity in the name of the blog. I haven’t decided if I do stupid shit ‘for the blog,’ or if I use this as an excuse to do stupid shit. Regardless, it happens and you get to read it. You are welcome. I didn’t think I had many of these…… Continue reading Throwback (bottles) Thursday
I make a lot of lists and I go on a lot of dates. These are both true facts. Because of this, when a friend texted me for help coming up with a ‘cute date,’ all I had to do was open up my trusty Wunderlist app and share my ‘Date Ideas’ list with her.…… Continue reading To-do list
I was hanging out on the stoop with Tindude™ on Monday night, drinking as usual. We’re in that early get-to-know-you stage where I still seem normal and sweet (he’s going to see this blog eventually, so it’s not like I can hide the scary shit forever), but time + wine + my penchant for talking toodamnmuch…… Continue reading Pack your bags
