Soppho

I really enjoy useless trivia and puzzle games. That’s not to say I’m great at the puzzles or an endless supply of facts, but I love them just the same. Want to know how ants find their way home or why everyone uses “Now is the winter of our discontent”‘ wrong? I’m your girl. Want [...]

Y Chromosome picked these for me last night from his family’s farm. I just love daffodils, and there is nothing better than fresh-picked, homegrown flowers, even when they arrive in a Wahoo-orange-hued “vase” right out of your boyfriend’s bedroom. Especially when later you find a flashlight in his pocket, because he was out in the [...]

(Thanks to Y Chrome for adding scale and a little ginger-headed human interest.)
Meet Mt. Chipotle, Charlottesville’s greatest current obsession. If this looks like a giant pile of sand and dirt and grime with a little bit of snow mixed in, sitting in the middle of a shopping plaza’s parking lot, let me explain. This is [...]

Confession: I’d like to pass this off as one of the chocolates I got for Valentine’s Day this year. But it’s not, because I am weak, because I am a stereotypical lover of chocolate, and, predictably, because the ones I got from Valentine’s Day are long gone.  I mean, have you looked at this thing? [...]

Y Chromosome pulls a light colored strand from his shirt.
Me: Your other girlfriend’s hair, I presume?
Y Chrome: It’s not hair. I think it’s a fiber.
Me: Riiiiight. I believe you. What’s her name?
Y Chrome: Polly-Esther Rayon.
Me: A southern woman, hm? I should have known.