Category: The Husband

They Really ARE The Good Kind of Tears, I Swear.

This week is weird. That’s really the only way to describe it. And the rain certainly hasn’t helped matters; rain rarely ever does. It’s fitting, though. The first week I started my job at Canadian Family, it rained the entire week. I remember coming home on, I think, day 3,…

Nine Minutes.

If there’s such a thing as death by snooze button, I’m pretty sure that I’m killing my husband softly with my song. And my head told my heart: Let love grow I have been—purposely—setting my alarm even earlier than the time I actually need to get out of bed. Since…

Lloyd Christmas.

Ryan Gosling is not only a hero, what with his shopping-bag wielding, street-fight peacemaking abilities, but he can also do THE LIFT while sporting some lovely abs and can use the schvantz better than any yiddishe zaydie that I know. In other words, he is kind of, sort of perfect,…