http://hahasforhoohas.com/stories/dont-do-these-things-if-you-want-more-passion-your-loverDON'T Do These Things if You Want More Passion with Your Lover
http://hahasforhoohas.com/stories/valentines-day-coupons-your-loverValentine's Day Coupons for Your Lover
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I woke up yesterday morning like I could conquer the world. As I cheerfully peeled back my comforter and jumped to my feet, I started to put on my work uniform: an oversized hoodie, high ponytail, boyfriend sweatpants and slippers. Bra optional.
Nothing could stop me.
I had a full day of writing ahead which meant I needed to brew 12 cups of coffee. I started humming to myself the sweet melodies of a life well lived when like a flash of lightening, the record of joy screeched to a horrifying halt.
My mouth went dry. My pulse high. I was frozen solid. I tried to gulp air, but it felt like I was swallowing sand. No, not now, God. No. I can’t. Please. Not now.
Nyquil was out on the counter, tipped on its side. A tiny plastic cup was upside down dripping its contents. Cough drop wrappers stuck in the pool of purple goo like flies trying to break free from those weird sticky thingies people hang from the ceilings when they’re hoarders.
A man cold was in my house.
I gripped the counter, my knees trembled. I can’t have a man cold in my house. Not this week. Not ever.
http://hahasforhoohas.com/stories/Cindy-Chupack-the-longest-date-life-as-a-wife-book-review-preorderCindy Chupack's New Book + HooHas eCards = Pure Magic
Cindy Chupack is an Emmy-winning television writer/producer (Sex and the City and Modern Family, just to name two). I was given a copy of her latest book "The Longest Date: Life as a Wife" and I laughed so hard, so many times, I had to put the book down and walk away. I'm not exaggerating. Ask my husband. He was getting annoyed because football was on.
When you're not laughing, you're crying, as she shares some of life's struggles, including infertility. It's a hilarious book that keeps it oh so real about marriage. Beautiful, messy, left the toilet seat up, marriage.
http://hahasforhoohas.com/ecards/cindy-chupack-the-longest-date-wife-swap-quote-ecardThank You Wife Swap
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I get some pretty quirky stuff in my inbox on a daily basis, but a Café Mom article someone forwarded me a while back is on course to set a record. The title read, "When Her Husband Dies, She Plans to Turn Him into Jewelry." Apparently, she told her husband (who hasn’t kicked the bucket yet) that she planned on having him made into a diamond after he died. His response? “How much is that going to cost?” What do you care, Tightwad Timmy? You’ll be dead. Besides, she’ll have that nice life insurance policy payout and your social security check to cover it. With plenty, I’m sure, left over to invite the buffed pool guy to join her in Aruba.
This couldn’t possibly be true, I thought. It ranks up there with Walt Disney cryogenically freezing his head, or Dale Evans stuffing her horse, Trigger. (Or was it a Roy Rogers she stuffed? I can’t remember.) So just for grins I googled “jewelry made out of cremation ashes” and sure enough countless websites popped up that educate you on the wonders of turning your dearly departed into a lovely ankle bracelet (or whatever). Here’s how it works. Since we’re carbon-based forms, that carbon turns to a pile of ash when we’re cremated. From there that ash can be pressed into jewelry the same way cubic zirconium diamonds, and even precious metals, are made. I kid you not.
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