For those of you based in the upper part of the Northern Hemisphere, winter. is. here. Let’s all just take a minute to join the wino in the requisite moaning and complaining. A cruel and unbearable arctic freeze came out of nowhere last week! Since when is 8 FEET OF SNOW an acceptable amount of precipitation? Meanwhile, the romantic is learning firsthand just why people complain about the weather in London. It was a cold, rainy mess this weekend. We haven’t even entered the proper winter season, and already we’re pining for flip-flop weather and reminiscing about the wino’s spring…

We may prefer city life above all else, but every once in awhile, we get the urge to… well, not. Our brains shut down, and we just want disconnect, escape to the countryside, and belt out a few bars of “Home on the Range.” Ok, fine, maybe not that last part. When we were living a few blocks apart from each other in Manhattan, this was manageable. It usually meant a weekend road trip to our hometown in Bucks County, Pennsylvania was in order. Now that the wino and her fiancé are closer to home (and the romantic and hubs are…

Autumn days are here again! From here on out, ALL PUMPKIN ‘ERRTHING. Call me basic, see if I care? I’m proud to say that from September through November, my life is dedicated to embracing autumn. Give me all of its orange pumpkin-y goodness. If you think I’m beyond picking up handfuls of crispy autumn leaves and throwing them in the air every time I step outside, you’re very wrong. I love these autumn days for many reasons, though I won’t bore you with them here (ahempumpkin). One of the biggest reasons I’m excited autumn is here? I am so sick…