It all started a few years ago with an ex and one innocent Google search. In a moment of missing Jeremy*, a guy I’d dated a couple of years earlier, I typed his name and pressed “Enter,” thinking, What could it hurt? It did hurt though when the results returned an article about him and his new girlfriend, whom, I read, he now lived with.
Despite how painful this news was, after that initial Google I became addicted to looking him up online. My cocktail of choice was one parts Googling, two parts his blog, and three parts Twitter. With these sources mixed together, I could feel like I was somehow still connected to him. I was hooked, and I’d go through periods of reading his Twitter several times a day, every day. Keep reading »
Gather ’round children and I will tell you the tale of old William Picklefingers. Legend has it that after burning his hands on the stove, he plunged them into a jar of pickles to ease the pain. When he pulled them out, his fingers had magically turned into delicious dills! These plastic pickle fingers are exact replica’s of Willy P’s! I swear! And they only cost $4.95 for a set of five! I don’t want flowers. I want a man who is willing to spring for pickle fingers AND show up wearing them on a first date. I would probably fall in love with. We should make dating more fun again by bringing back practical jokes. Like back in middle school, when a spitball launched at your head was the international sign for “I want to go with you.” Very romantic. [World Of Wonder] Keep reading »