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WARNING: If watching cheesy couples makes you as sick as it does me, do not click on the link below. Mr. Weenie and I celebrate our 13th anniversary on Monday, so I thought I’d break out the ol’ video. After a very romantic engagement in New York’s Central Park, we decided to elope to Greece. Now before you gag, just keep in mind that 1998-1999 are still the most romantic years we’ve had as a couple. These days romance is when one of us gets up early to take the dogs out for their morning dump and lets the other sleep in. We definitely faced a few challenges on the way to our nuptials—not the least of which was our luggage not being on the same flight we were on. Five minutes before the ceremony, a young man ran into the courtyard with our suitcases on his head, shouting in deeply accented English, “The luggage! Eet ees here!!” This video was originally created during the last millennium, so it’s a bit dated. (Note the dual Walkman headphones.) Also, I think I may have married a Pilgrim.
Read MoreIf you happen to be standing behind me in line at the local caffeine peddler, you’ll notice something that sets me apart from the rest of the addicts. No, it’s not my radass Chupacabra tattoo. (Okay, I don’t really have a Chupacabra tattoo, but wouldn’t it be awesome if I did?) I am addicted to decaf espresso. More specifically, decaf espresso with exactly two tablespoons of half and half and one teaspoon of sugar. (Yes, I measure.) I would like to posit that my love of coffee is deeper precisely because I drink decaf. I don’t drink it for the jolt of caffeine; I drink it for the flavor (and for the jolt of sugar and cream). My morning coffee preparation is as delicate as a Japanese tea ceremony, only with more spilling. As you can see in the photo essay below, each cup is unique. “One Girl, Seven Cups”
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