*Preface: Inasmuch as Poor Kyle and I are married (i.e. legally lawfully husband and wife), we have, on occasion, been known to take our morning showers together. Might I add that this is not so much a sexual ritual, as … Continue reading
I can’t eat. [Oh, who am I kidding? Of course I can eat–I can always eat.] What I mean to say is, I can’t enjoy what I eat. I am unable to relax. Food has lost its flavour; salt has … Continue reading
In the two and a half years of our relationship, Poor Kyle and I have taken more road trips together than I can feasibly count. And since the new duty of “trailer fetcher” at the shop has fallen upon him, … Continue reading
Preface: Just for the record, I don’t really feel like I’ve been married long enough to “look back” on this stuff–it wasn’t that long ago. But in the name of tagging, I will rise to the clarion call. It’s long. … Continue reading
All right. I’ve kept my secret long enough, I think. My mother-in-law spilled the beans anyway, in her comment on my previous post; I might as well get out with the news. A while back, Kyle and I drove three … Continue reading
In honour (or maybe a better term would be “begrudging acknowledgment”) of St. Valentine’s Day this week, I am going to write a series of love letters. But first, a tangent: Perhaps people may be wondering why I don’t seem … Continue reading
Why “Poor Kyle?” It all started during our engagement, when he was often the unfortunate outlet for all my pent-up pre-wedding stresses. Now that the wedding is over, the name has continued to seem…fitting. Because, of course, he’s married to … Continue reading