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This site is meant to make you laugh through stories that you
may be able to relate to whether it's sour love, a cooking disaster, a social faux-pas, etc. So, bear with me as I stumble
through my experiences, hopefully, more gracefully than the actual event, but just as funny, and either share the lesson or
just make you laugh out loud.
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Is it weird that I want to find
a man who will refer to me as his little minx? I know, I know. First makeshift limbo pole, now minx… Yes, it is weird,
I know. What-a-ya-gonna-do?
Can I just tell you? I just got a pair of brand new Ann Taylor patent leather pumps with a silver heel. I love them,
they’re the perfect height. I usually go too high; these are an inch lower than my standard 4” choices.
This could be weird, also.
(I might have a little too much time on my hands.) Does anyone else pretend to be a rock star with the TV remote? I like to
think I’m channeling Heart while singing Magic Man in my new patent pumps. Truth be told, that’s ideally what
I’m looking for (a Magic Man) but, alas, those men are like my 1 inch too high heels; sexy and fun for a couple of hours
then a potential bunion for life.
My new pumps could be foreshadowing to my year ahead. Maybe this year I’ll pick better more
comfortable choices in men. I was in yoga class the other morning and a friend pointed out that I’ve been awful smiley
lately. In fact, a lot of friends have noticed how happy I’ve been looking. A few have asked if I was dating anyone
new. My mom dances around the subject with questions like “So.. anything newww going on in your life? Are youuuu…dating
anyone?” Poor Stella, she means well. My response has been, “No, I think that’s why I’ve been so happy!”
I did,
however, find myself on a date the other night. (I’ve decided I’m giving it up for a couple of months and focusing
on work; unless, of course, I meet someone who wants to refer to me as his little minx. Then, I’d fold.) I didn’t
realize I was going on a date because the entire evening was orchestrated via text so, I wore jeans. (Under normal circumstances
I usually choose jeans anyway. Who’s kidding who?) He, however, showed up in a sports coat and slacks. Yes, I was a
little embarrassed and tempted to go home and change quickly but, didn’t, not because of proximity but, because to me,
text-plans don’t constitute wearing a fun outfit or sexy dress, unless that’s what I feel like wearing.
The conversation lasted
forever but… no sparks. Honestly, I think it’s the text. Call me old-fashioned but I’ll take a talk-guy
over a text-guy any day of the week.
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experiences, photos...whatever occurs to me. Check back often!
In this area I'll include links that highlight areas of my
weblog. For example, I might include links to my personal favorites or the most popular posts. I'm not sure how to do
this yet so this area may take some time to catch up to the other areas.
