I don’t have children. If you would have asked me if I wanted them in my twenties I would hissed at you, covered my vagina, and ran screaming in the other direction. 1,276 more words
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Something tells me that Matt and I haven’t managed to shake off the experience of our student flatting days in Wellington. That something would be that, despite the sudden and rapid drop in temperature here, we are (surely) among the only households in Rovereto yet to turn on the heating. 143 more words
I’ve written about Oliver, my poodle, a number of times on this blog. Most of you know him as the neurotic, adorable, asshole that he’s matured into over the years. 2,497 more words