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The Return of the Me

The Return of the Me

Things have been quiet here at Coquetting Tarradiddles for the past few weeks. There are reasons for this, but they’re nothing too out of the ordinary. Let’s just say that things have been both Busy and Interesting, which is not always an altogether pleasant combination of activities. Some unfortunate and unavoidable legal issues arose with Brittany’s ex that needed to be dealt with, in addition to car trouble, work...

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Recorded Before A Live Studio Audience

Recorded Before A Live Studio Audience

I was at a loss for a subject for today’s post until about half an hour ago, after Brittany disclosed her discovery of the vile and regrettable videotaped evidence of my first wedding. She’s been working on cleaning out the accumulated detritus of my office, which has – for the last year or so – been the dumping ground of everything that wouldn’t fit anywhere else in the house. It started with boxes, when my...

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20,000 Leagues Under The Weather

20,000 Leagues Under The Weather

We are forever slouching towards Wedding Day, with some days being more slouchy than others. The past few days have been both unproductive and uneventful, as we continue to suffer the effects of being Under The Weather. And, when you live deep in the armpit of Texas, there’s a lot of weather to be under. This past weekend brought us beautiful Autumnal weather, in the sense that highs in the mid-60s represents Fall for this part of the...

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“Now I Am Become Death, The Destroyer Of Worlds”

Brittany and I were sitting in a restaurant tonight, each of us furiously concentrating on the cutting and the chewing and the swallowing of two extremely delicious steaks, when it occurred to me that my lovely fiancee has all of the power and the radiance of a thousand suns bursting at once in the sky – and meeting her destroyed my world. She came upon me like a feral cat, wild and hungry with a hidden strength rippling beneath her...

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“Bring Out Your Dead!”

Well, this has been a sorrowful and wretched tour through the miserable scenery of detestable sickness, and I regret ever having bought the ticket. You see, I know when I was first exposed to this horrendous pathogen, and I feel that I can safely blame Brittany for my recent affliction. It wasn’t entirely her fault, except that it was. It’s just that she had good intentions, which is often the case with the bricklayers of...

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