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I certainly didn’t want to be the one to tell him. When a friend came home with his adorable gray fur ball of fun seven years ago, I did all the things a fellow dog lover does to welcome a new pet lover into our tribe. Well, almost all the things. Deliver a basket full of puppy toys: check. Coo, snuggle, and make a big deal over that pink puppy belly: check. Offer up my
The things you learn about your friends on social media. I’ll give this friend the benefit of the doubt. I don’t think he meant to brag. Yet, there he was on Facebook talking about how his parents died as the richest people in the world. He had video evidence, as well. It shows his 90-something father, his mother, and other members of their family enjoying their riches. His brother even makes a cameo appearance, giving
I’m armed and I’m told, dangerous. No thing, no person is safe. Hello, my name is Daryn and I’m a recovering slob. Perhaps, “lazy clutterer” is a better label. Speaking of labels, Husband says this is the problem. The messy beginning We begin with the mess. First there was me. I passed my lack of tidiness off to being single for so long. Then, there was Husband. Surely, getting married would be the
Wedding cake mystery It was a mystery more than 60 years in the making. More than 60 years since LaMar and Julia married. More than 60 years since they saved the top tier of their wedding cake. Instead of eating it on their first anniversary, they kept it. Pretty much forever. For their forever. Four grown kids. Five grands. One great grand. Seven moves. Two countries. Each of those
What do you think about what my perfectly imperfect husband just had to say? I found out this week that my husband has got it. Got it bad. I’m kicking myself because I should’ve known. Maybe I should’ve expected it during this ongoing pandemic? As long as we’re trying on maybe’s, maybe he shouldn’t have gone there. Come inside our marital conversation So, let me invite you into certain marital conversation that took place this week. I came
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The fur was flying. With good reason. I caught a recent online segment of “Good Morning Britain.” Call it mindless internet surfing. I call it, “research.” For this column. Yeah, I’m going with that. Can you say this about your beloved dog? I’m watched this segment, shaking my head, thinking, “Did they really go there?” A commentator daring to say the unsayable. About a dog’s love. That he can’t. Your dog can’t love you back. At least not in the
I didn’t have the wedding of my dreams. I’ve been thinking about that wedding. It was seven years ago this week. You might remember this, Dear Reader, As this entire story has unfolded in the lines of this website. How we got to the waterfall wedding We got engaged after two years of dating. And decided to get married just three weeks later. There was no time to plan for a grand affair. No time to
My dog got me a husband by taking matters into her own paws The numbers didn’t add up. Not to this dog lover. 86%. That’s how many people say they would break up with someone who doesn’t like their dog. This would never be me “How ridiculous,” I thought as I looked at the research from a dog walking company called, “Wag!” “Who would even consider dating someone who didn’t like their dog?” That’s about
The call came at 8:45. As it does each morning. Not my phone. My friend, Gene’s. It was his dad. His 91-year-old dad. “We don’t actually say the words out loud,” Gene said, “But it’s his daily, ‘Yes, I’m alive’ call.” Some days the calls are short. Some days longer. Monday was a chatty call. Dad felt like talking. So, Gene shared his story from the night before. How he had splurged. Dug into his family wallet to take his
