Johnson. Joystick. Pork. Snake. Wood. What do these words have in common? [Cue 1970s porno tunes] Heh heh heh. You know. I know you know. But what ELSE do they have in common? They’re all cards in the humorous adult party game Codenames: Deep Undercover. You guys know Lance and I love games. We have a house full of toys. We took … Keep reading…

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I distinctly remember the conversation. “So, whadya want for Christmas? No, like specifically. You’ve got to want something. Please tell me exactly what it is.” Since our first gift-giving Christmas together—you see, we started dating right around the holidays, so for our first actual Christmas he technically bought me food from the Springfield, Ill., Denny’s, as we weren’t on gift-giving terms yet—it … Keep reading…

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I’ve never understood why Midwestern people get married in June. Or hold galas in July. Or rooftop celebrations in August. It is hot. It is hot and it is humid. It is so hot and humid that I can barely write a sentence because this week’s weather left my brain a little melted. But with sunshine comes packed social calendars, and often the warm-weather … Keep reading…

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Let’s talk earrings. I have recently realized exactly how many pairs I have, due to this obnoxious urge to clean our closet; and very few, if any, pairs were worth writing home about. Getting my ears pierced was one of my first major fashion decisions, and over the years my rad-tastic pairs were replaced with the basic, the boring, and the bland. … Keep reading…

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