First off, I just can’t stop thanking everyone for their support during Surgery Week. Your calls, texts, Facebook messages, posts, notes, and visits have made…
Okay Cancer, We’ll Take Door #2
I’ve been putting off sharing some bummer news with you, but the Arndts could use your good mojo this week, please. At the end of…
Texting With My Dad
There are all sorts of things I would never have expected to see in my lifetime: Drones. An entire store of Spanx in the Atlanta…
I Do Not Want This Ugly Dress!
A few weeks ago, I had the great fortune of rooming with a coworker for a work conference. While most people would groan about sharing…
Finding Sharon
When you’re married to a man who has what I call “hoardy” tendencies (I’m making that a word so feel free to use it), you never…
Buried Alive in Socks
On many weekends over the past 17 years, I’ve turned on a mindless tv show and played the Match Game with a never-ending pile of…
It’s Just What You Do
There are two kinds of people in this world: People who are good during emergencies and people who aren’t. Tim Arndt is great during emergencies.…
Jesus Fasted; We Did the Whole30
Tim and I are finishing up a successful Whole30. While we didn’t plan it this way, Day 30 landed on Easter Sunday, which means no Reese’s…
Motel Guys Named Patel and Women with Big Feet
In March, Tim and I attended “Overheard with Evan Smith” at KLRU on the UT campus. The guest was Dean Baquet, executive editor of the…
Da Doo Ron Ron
Tim Arndt is a thrifter. For as long as we’ve been together, when Tim is missing, I’ll get random texts asking if I want this cool…