I Hate Myself And I Want To Read

I was breaking out in hives. Shaking. Clawing at my skin. 'What the hell is this?' I said to Sarge. 'Red splotches. On my neck. Should I do this? I think I'm gonna be sick. Hold my hand.' And then I grabbed his hand. Maybe broke his fingers. A little. No, I was not peeing … Continue reading I Hate Myself And I Want To Read

Meet Truman

In an update on Coffeegate 2012, say hello to Truman Bubbles: As you can see from the photo, Truman comes with a very safe, very wireless keyboard. (The marshmallow was consumed very soon after this photo was taken.  I was worried about sugar-damage.  'Have you learned nothing?' I said to Sarge. Regular blogging will resume tomorrow.  Right … Continue reading Meet Truman

Please Stay Tuned

Some of you may remember Coffeegate 2011.  Well, it's become an annual event.  Earlier this week, I picked up my coffee with my left hand.  And promptly dropped it.  On my computer.  Again.  Maybe it was the weight of my engagement ring.  Or maybe it's because I am seriously not left-handed.  At all.  Ever. Anyway, … Continue reading Please Stay Tuned

Tea And Technology

This was taken at Loopy Lorna's  Tea House.  No, not my house.  I'm more a coffee person.  Sarge and I were taking a break from wedding cake shopping.  Sarge was timing the brew using the stop-watch on his mobile phone. I was highly amused. Do you drink tea or coffee?  How do you take it? … Continue reading Tea And Technology

Scenes From The Mall

I was at the mall for five hours yesterday.  No, I don’t have a job there.  And I came home without a book.  Since my mall trips usually revolve around Starbucks fixes and buying books in bulk, my extended stay is worthy of note. Sarge and I have had rival mobile phones since I got … Continue reading Scenes From The Mall

Wedding Planning With Skype

And so, my birthday dinner was also what we liked to call the In-laws Summit 2012.  (Trust me, I have done braver things.  Like eat cheese in the presence of my future husband.) In the spirit of togetherness, Sarge suggested we bring Hemingway to dinner so my mother could tune in via Skype.  We did … Continue reading Wedding Planning With Skype

Hemingway Thinks I Should Be More Interesting

I talk to my computer.  Depending on my mood, my headset and speech recognition are optional.   When I'm not apologising  for the coffee stains, procrastinating, shall we say, positively willing it to hurry up, or punching the keys, I'm dictating.  And sometimes, I'm misquoted.  Hemingway thinks I should be more interesting.  Or grammatically incorrect. … Continue reading Hemingway Thinks I Should Be More Interesting