A Fragrant Palm

 

I don’t remember which trip to Colorado it was, but since at this point all of them have sort of blurred together I suppose it doesn’t matter—and at any rate, the timing isn’t the point.  The point is, I came home, made a spontaneous trip to Home Depot for… something?  (Again, the actual purpose of the errand is irrelevant) and came home with a Majesty Palm tree.

 

Because I have no sense of proportion.

 

I don’t know what came over me, I just saw her there and she had to come home with me.

potted palm tree in front of glass doors

Her name is Madge

 

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My Divorced Week

 

I’m torn.

 

On the one hand, I promised you a return to the usual—read, the fun and the funny—today.

Hand with tiny hands as finger puppets on each finger

But on the other hand… I have different fingers.

 

 

I also kind of want to get real about something here, or at least explain why last week was so rough.*

 

And maybe—maybe—offer some real advice.

 

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How to Decide: It’s Easy as 5-2-1

 

One of the most common debates for married couples—right above whose in-laws are worse, and with arguably higher stakes—is “What shall we have for dinner?”

 

In less advanced marriages, this can spiral into an hour or more of “I don’t know, what do you want to do?” on and on until someone caves and forces an idea forth.  Or stabs their partner—I don’t know how you resolve stalemates in your house.  My point is, we don’t let that one get out of control around here because we have a foolproof system.

 

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