Eyelashes

In the months before I met Mr G I dated two Steves and a Stockbroker. The stockbroker was crazy about me, and I didn’t mind him. He was fun to go places with. Places like dinner and nightclubs. He was a recovering alcoholic so he could always drive. I didn’t dislike him, but there was no chemistry on my end. Until he started being adorable. He batted his eyelashes when he’d say something funny or controversial. Like a girl. Not like a woman, like a girl child. I was thinking about the …

Tony Called and Delayed My Duck Confit

So I’m standing around at the cheese shop waiting for my Duck Confit sandwich to be ready and I’m grumpy as can be because no matter how many times I say please and thank you the folks who work at the cheese shop never say please or thank you. They have the most beautiful food but the most hideous manners, and I want both good food and good manners but I can’t seem to find it anywhere but the Beverly Hills Cheese Store, and I married for love so I don’t live …

Northern Italian Food in the Southern Tip of Manhattan

Mr G and I had a fabulous day in Manhattan. We started our morning with a much needed trip to Bloomingdales (shut up I have my own definitions of need). We found him a beautiful pair of shoes, that I worry may end up never being worn again, but they delight me in that they are neither black nor brown and they are not loafers. We also replaced the Hugo Boss slim fit shirt that the dry cleaner lost. It’s an impossible shirt to find, and it’s the loveliest crisp …

Sexy Talk With Mr G

So yesterday we were at a wedding in San Diego. That meant three hours in the car each way. Which probably sucked for Mr G, but my brother and I were actually pretty comfortable. After the wedding, the wine, and a few hours of Howard Stern my sweet husband smiled and said. “I was reading your blog the other day.” This is where I wince, cringe and otherwise try to appear invisible. “I read that post about the lady whose husband wanted the sexy texts. It was really funny. If …

Marriage Online: Charming or Overexposed (Mom & Dad skip reading this one too please)

Yesterday I was poking around StumbleUpon and someone had sent me a link to a post titled “Marriage: In Which I Shut My Husband Down Once Again”. It’s a quick post, go ahead and read it. If you don’t feel like reading the post the essence of it is that the blogger’s husband had been the road for a few weeks, and texted her with a little sexy talk. “What are you wearing” was the question and she texted back a picture of her watch. Apparently this is humor. I …