Diary of a Serial Dater

I remember that day vividly. I called my friend and told her I had just called off my engagement. Between the sniffles and snot she told me she was coming over. I told her not to bother, I couldn’t stop crying long enough to hold a conversation, but she’s the type that doesn’t take no for an answer and within a few minutes she was holding me on the floor as I just sobbed. Continue reading “Diary of a Serial Dater”

One Year In Detroit

A little bit over a year ago I packed one duffel bag, put a lamp and a few pictures in my car and drove to Michigan to move to Detroit. Oh believe me, Detroit was not the city I had envisioned starting out my grown up career in. I had envisioned a beautiful southern life in Atlanta or maybe a bustling high society life in NYC… but here we are.

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The Do’s and Don’ts of Air Travel

The nose of the plane touched down as we landed in Paris. No sooner had that occurred than this tiny… tiny… little old lady bolted up, grabbed her ginormous suitcase from the overhead bin and started racing towards the plane door.

I unlatched my harness and bolted after her.

“Ma’am, ma’am!!!!” I shouted. Continue reading “The Do’s and Don’ts of Air Travel”

Things I Don’t Understand About Adulting

“Wellppp… I could either get the gold hedgehog with the pink party hat OR the gold giraffe with the blue party hat”, I thought to myself as I stood in the aisle of Target. Did I come in to get a gold hedgehog from Target? Pshh, don’t be silly! I came in to get pantyhose and left with pug dog salt shakers, a gold hedgehog, a gold pineapple candle and a shirt that says “Namastay in bed”. #SuccessfulAdulting

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The Stroller That Almost Killed Me

I screeched to a stop in front of the stroller section in the Atlanta airport baggage claim.

“Um hi, I need that stroller right there for a passenger” i breathlessly exclaimed to the very bored looking worker.

“Yea……. we can’t do that, you’re not the owner of the stroller are you?” Side note: apparently I look incapable of owning a stroller?

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