Tweetledee and Tweetledum
This conversation happens a lot in my relationship: I say something, Bogart says something equal parts dumb and funny, laughs about it, and I reply: ‘That’s a tweet.’ Here are some highlights:
This conversation happens a lot in my relationship: I say something, Bogart says something equal parts dumb and funny, laughs about it, and I reply: ‘That’s a tweet.’ Here are some highlights:
So of course right after I say I can’t write a dating blog any more because I don’t have a lot to say about my relationship I have something to say about my relationship. There’s this idea that romance is serious business, and while there is definitely a time and place for that, I most…… Continue reading Pillow talk
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
We all know I’m a big fan of wine. And gin. And beer on a warm night on a patio. Basically, I like booze. Sometimes, though, it’s good to broaden your horizons and explore other things—or at least so I thought. Then came the incident I’ve come to fondly refer to as Fear and Loathing…… Continue reading High class
I know, I know, I’m shit and I haven’t been writing, and I’m sorry. I actually started a post last week about how cutely gross/funny my relationship is, but I’m not feeling it at the moment, so you’re spared the schmoop. For now. Instead, I give you Anxiety Girl™. You’ve met her before (well some…… Continue reading Family values
A few months ago, despite my affection for the stoop and my generally awesome apartment, I started thinking about moving. I missed the neighbourhood I used to live in and I longed to live on my own again. Then along came Bogart. I talked about my apartment daydreams with him, and he sort of tiptoed around the idea…… Continue reading Get movin’
Now that everyone has fallen in love with my boyfriend, I’m going to complain about him. That’s what girlfriends do, right? I had this conversation with a friend yesterday: Today another friend said I must save a ton on eating out since Bogart’s a chef. I may have overused caps in my response, but only…… Continue reading Too many cooks
Hello, it’s me. I mean, of course it’s me, it’s my blog, who did you come here for? If the answer is, ‘Guest bloggers, duh,’ then it’s your lucky day! The ever-patient Bogart has written a post, which scared the ever-loving shit out of me. Seriously, I don’t know how anyone agreed to date me…… Continue reading Hello from the other side
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
I use a lot of words to describe myself: quirky, weird, occasionally funny, vertically challenged. One I haven’t used in a very long time: girlfriend. It sounds foreign to me, like something that applies to other people but not to me. I roll it around in my mouth, using different inflections and tones, trying to find…… Continue reading Get it, girlfriend