"Someone is offering tix to 'The Vibrator Play or In the Next Room.' You interested?" I nearly careened off the side of the road when I received that text on my way home from a particularly rewarding rendezvous with my boyfriend, Trader Joe. There was only one possible response. "Have…
All I Need to Know I Learned in the Midwest
Now that I'm finally home, I can start to catch up on writing all the silly drivel about the reunion and other travel mayhem I know you just can't wait to read. In the meantime, here's a short list of some of the crucial things I learned (most the hard way) while…
Once Bitten, Twice Shy
The mosquito that has taken up residence in my bed the last couple of nights is one lucky bastard. Neither I nor Dwayne "The Rocco" Johnson is of a petite stature. The bounty of our two bods probably sent the mosquito into seizures of anticipation. Then he went and recruited…