We’ve talked about this before. About how I would totally have been the crazy cat lady had I not met my husband and thus had to follow his strict 2-cat maximum policy. As a child, we had the sweetest, most tolerant little Abyssinian named Asha. She loved me, she truly did, and I loved her back. Although sometimes as a child I did not make the best decisions in favor of our friendship. As in Christmas of 1991: Also, I was really ahead of my time in terms of “pet fashion.” I’m pretty sure that before celebrities started wandering around…

I have a very clear memory of my 4th grade picture day. I wore my best dress, the black one with the white lace ruffles. It made me feel grown-up and sophisticated. And I knew exactly how I wanted to style my hair. However, I had to enlist my mother’s help to compete the coiffure. So there we were, my mother and I, standing in front of the bathroom mirror. She was poised behind me with a comb and I held the hair band and white lace ribbon at the ready. “Are you sure this is what you want, honey?”…

How not to rent a car in France, in six easy steps When I was 19, I spent a semester in France. The university I attended was just about 2 hours west of Paris, so at one point, my best friend and I decided that it would be a good idea to rent a car and drive to Paris. Step 1: You must be 25 to rent a car in Paris. If you are not 25, play dumb until the last minute when the rental car guy asks for your driver’s license/passport/international ID card. At that point it’s too late…

This is an article that was published in our campus newspaper when I was attending college there.  It was so hilarious, I laminated it and posted it to the wall of my dorm room, along with pictures of my family, a $1 tax refund check from the State of Michigan, and my class schedule. Because, you know, you *might* see a 500 pound bison roaming the campus.  But don’t worry, eventually campus officials will outsmart the very large, slow-moving animal.  Darn those bison and their excellent hiding skills.

It first happened in 2003. I had just graduated college, picked up stakes and moved to Los Angeles to “live the dream.” (I never did make it as a Hollywood actress, but at a minimum, I guess you actually have to go to auditions). Anyway, on my fairly limited budget (did I mention that I did not have a job lined up when I moved?) I bought some groceries, including a small bunch of bananas. After putting away the groceries and making myself a light dinner, I went to bed. The next morning, I woke up and decided that a…