Death. It’s not exactly something you want to equate with a wedding. After all, that’s what funerals are for, right? So it seems logical that the Grim Reaper – whom How Stuff Works describes as “the black-cloaked, scythe-wielding personification of death” – should not be on the guest list. Or should he? Perhaps not literally,…
“Sorry, I don’t want any adventures, thank you. Not today.” If you’ve ever visited the Shire—whether in print or on the silver screen—you may recognize these as the words of one of its most famous residents, Bilbo Baggins. “We are plain quiet folk and have no use for adventures,” he informs Gandalf the Grey in…
Let’s start with hot sauce, shall we? If the question arose in the aisles of Harris Teeter whether we should buy Texas Pete’s or Frank’s Red Hot, my husband Ted quickly answered, “Both/and.” After all, you could never have too much hot sauce, right? Right. It didn’t take long for me to realize that Ted…
“Wait, you want me to do what?” I asked, flabbergasted that Ted, my husband of less than a year, would even suggest such a thing. He repeated calmly, “Get the oil in your car changed yourself.” The infuriatingly cool demeanor Ted wore was consistent with his typical “your-emotions-can’t-affect-my-emotions” attitude that permeated the first year of…
When Ted and I got married, he had a very specific way he liked his T-shirts folded. That would be front side out. The rationale being that he could easily see from the closet shelf which T-shirt he was grabbing. He didn’t need to unfold them in order to figure out if he’d correctly pulled…
