In my last post I mentioned that we had recently returned from our summer vacation.  Oh, Tahoe time!  What a wonderful week. It was touch-and-go there for a couple of days.  A week before our trip my husband went to get the car washed and found it in its parking space a few blocks from our apartment, hood crumpled from a collision, with a cryptic note bearing a bum policy number and no name.  Needless to say, we were on the hook for the rather extensive repairs to our dear old '98 Dodge Stratus (aka The Stratus Symbol) and the garage called at the 11th hour to let us know it probably ... [READ MORE]

We spent Memorial Day with my husband's best childhood buddies and their (lucky for me!) amazing wives.  We have been taking variations of this same trip -- to one friend's house near South Lake Tahoe -- for over a decade, but the dynamics have shifted considerably as we have gotten older, gotten hitched, gotten pregnant.  What was once a party house full of dudes and the occasional girlfriend is now a (mostly) civilized portrait of four couples, a dog, an infant, and a Cars-obsessed toddler (that would be mine).  Where we once trucked down to the lake at 2am, Coors Lights in hand, for "polar ... [READ MORE]