Category: Panicking About Bear Attacks

Family, Husband, Love, Panicking About Bear Attacks

Camping Trips As Spousal Screenings

Mr. Grouch and I met in 1997, my freshman year of college, his sophomore year.  It didn’t take long for me to fall head over heels.  At 18 years old, I knew he’d probably be the one I married, but we were young and foolish and we used to drive each other batshit crazy.  We broke up a few times and after 4 years of … Continue reading Camping Trips As Spousal Screenings

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Husband, Love, Panicking About Bear Attacks, Poetry

An Open Valentine to Mr. Grouch

I thought I had already completed my obligatory Valentine’s Day post, when I wrote a love letter to my nasal irrigation system.  But, then I thought there was no reason to disregard my OTHER lovey-dovey.  No need to mention which or whom I love more. Mr. Grouch, you are a man apart, You wake me with your Good Morning fart. We met in the year Nineteen … Continue reading An Open Valentine to Mr. Grouch

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