Christy The Writer

Doug had a couple of spots on his otherwise clean shirt the other day and I suggested he could easily just dabble those right out with water. When he emerged from the men’s room, I thought I was being positive when I said now it just looked like he was lactating.  

I just opened a packet of this in the kitchen: I can’t adequately describe how good it smells, but suffice it to say that after taking a big whiff, Doug asked me to put it on a mirror for him.

I have been collecting photos of women who are in their 40s and still look fantastic, as I mentally prepare for my own milestone birthday. Doug, unaware of what I was doing, looked over my shoulder at a picture of Brooke Shields and said, “God, she looks old.” I’m just going to start a betting pool [...]

Courtesy of two friends and one lousy day, another illustration in my ongoing attempt to explain the difference between how men and women communicate: Keeli said: “Of course you’re upset, honey. You’re exhausted and overwhelmed. Women are like a Ming vase. Beautiful, strong, able to command attention in a room. But tip us too far and we [...]

Picture it: Atlantic City, earlier this week. Doug and Christy are at Starbucks. Doug has just been handed a cup of hot water and a bag of Awake tea. Doug: “For what they charge for tea, they could at least make it for you. Everyone knows you make tea by pouring the water over the [...]

It’s moments like this that caused the whole “Work Wife” concept to catch on: Doug: “What’s the name of that woman I can’t remember?” Me: (without any hesitation) “Nancy Johnson.”

I was sitting here at my kitchen table, listening to the kids playing outside, when I heard one of them yell, “Neener neener neener! Yooou can’t get meeeee!” prompting the other one to let out a roar of pure rage. At first I shook my head and smiled, thinking, kids. Then it occurred to me that [...]

Doug, my work-husband, and I are in the middle of a work-spat. He is SO sleeping on the work-couch tonight.

I am pleased to be able to provide you with an example of how quickly a compliment can go awry in the wrong hands. The following conversation took place between Doug and me yesterday. Doug: You look good. Me (joking around): Oh please. I’m a toad. Doug: No, not really.

Doug and I went to McDonald’s yesterday for lunch (he knows how to show a girl a good time, that guy) and right below the menu board was a sign that said “Look! Mira!” Although I explained that the sign just said “Look” in English, then in Spanish, he wanted to take a picture of [...]