Let’s Fake It

A friend of mine got herself into a situation which led to the need to present herself with her husband at a cocktail party. She is single. Not even dating. This whole story deserves its own post, but I am not sure how happy she’d be with me collecting all the laurels for an adventure […]


Oh, if nothing else, Hubbyloo is definitely funny. 8am, in the kitchen, myself feeding Copiloo, Hubyloo cleaning the kitchen. Copiloo starts showing signs of vomiting (he choked, or it could be the accumulation of mucus as he’s been having a runny nose for a couple of days) and sure enough he gags and throws up.