You may recall I scrapped my dad’s car.

I got rid of my mom’s car, too. Doing so was way more work and…

I was all in when I committed to staying in the haunted hotel.

Now, not so much.

In a parenting triumph I’m sure would…

So I don’t like the outdoors.

Obviously.

But I married an outdoorsy guy.

I’ve written many words about our opposing views in this…

I told you a few weeks ago I’m about to get scuba certified. I told you this certification is a whole new level of…

In the words of Fiona Apple, I’ve been a bad, bad girl.

And yeah. I’ve been careless with a delicate man.

And while…

I have gone completely off the rails.

The underwear was bad enough. What I did next was absolutely chilling.

I swam in a lake.

I…

I’m getting rid of my dad’s car.

On its face, getting rid of a car sounds easy. Trade it in. Maybe give it…

In the wake of Top Gun: Maverick, my marriage was the 1961 Ferrari 250GT convertible at the end of Ferris Bueller’s Day Off – dented…

What should we talk about this week? The guy dressed like Michael Jackson – single glove and all – I pass on the way to tutoring? My…

I am in trouble.

I have actually become quite adept at getting in trouble.

And I am, at this moment, on a hot streak.

I…