I Totally Got Gypped On My Date Tonight


I’m writing this from a date in progress. A ThoughtsFromParis first, as it were. A woman I’m seeing who requested that I don’t use her real name (it’s Helen) asked me over for dinner tonight. The first bloggable moment came …

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Moms are Supposed to Annoy Their Kids

pantaloons and meepers

Mothers are supposed to have at least one expression designed to send you into a frenzy of anger and frustration. It’s their job. Mine is the moment my mom walks through the door of my condo. Without exception, she mentions …

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That’s Cool Beans!

Cool Beans

Turns out my mom was wrong. Sure, there are moments when my condo resembles a dishelved hobo riding the rails, but mostly it’s close to tidy. Note I said “tidy” and not “clean.” I never dust and rarely sweep. If …

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How Not To Negotiate (if you’re a housekeeper)

french maid

One of the other things I’ve written about ad nauseum is my dirty condo. I’m just going to resign myself to the becoming–and- apparent fact that I’m just not going to become skilled at cleaning. I received a cold-call at …

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