Monthly Archives: May 2014

Should I Go to the Show Tonight?

There are times when a comedy wife is super enthusiastic about supporting her comedy husband’s comedy stuff, and other times when she just wants to stay at home and burn her eyeballs out with her good friends HBO and Netflix. I’m waffling about whether or not to go to the show tonight and I’ve decided to tell you all about it because, well, I’ve got to write about something right? Continue reading

5 ways to procrastinate waxing my legs come spring

It’s finally happened! Spring has come to Montreal! Between now and when it becomes so hot that we hate the outdoors again, everybody will be donning looser, shorter, and gauzier clothing to welcome the summertime. Unfortunately, old man winter may have left a prickly reminder of his stay upon my ankle-to-calf area. I’m talking leg hair, and lots of it. I know I’ve got to get rid of it. I’ll have to make an appointment for a wax, and, after grinning through a painful half hour – why do they always have to laugh at you if you make small pain noises? – I’ll leave refreshed and ready to take on the world. In the meantime, though, I have some great tricks  for hiding my not-yet-ready-for-spring legs from the world. Continue reading

Peeing on a Stick

Somehow, I made it to the age of 30 before ever having taken a pregnancy test. I’d like to claim that I’ve always been extremely responsible about my sexual activities and that my period has always appeared right on schedule and so I never had any reason to suspect pregnancy. This was not the case. For many years, I became instantly convinced I was preggers pretty much every time I got busy with a member of the opposite sex, regardless of how safe we played it. Many neurotic days were spent waiting for my period to arrive. It always eventually did.

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Cowboy Graveyard

There once was a time when I lived on a mountain.  I rode along its flanks, I partied sinfully at its feet, and I nearly lost the plot in its shadow and stayed forever. I didn’t, because one spring day I fell off the mountain and broke myself. It wasn’t long after that that I had to pick up the pieces of me and move on. Now I live half a world away and treasure those times when I get to come back and visit. Continue reading