Author: Sarah Lehman

Sarah Lehman is a writer living in Northeast Pennsylvania. You can follow her on Twitter @smalltownkitten.

Bonjour Marie, As you know, I’m moving to your beautiful country from the US due to a recent promotion. My assumption is that there’s a ton of inventory in your area and it’s a great time to buy. Here are my must-haves for the upcoming house hunt— I’m sure they won’t be hard to find! I’m looking for a brand new, turnkey house with the kind of character and charm only found in homes built before the 1960s. I want ornate turn-of-the-century architecture paired with the clean lines of sleek, modern interiors. Think Rosa Aurora marble countertops and heated LuxTouch…

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Allow me to introduce myself. My eyebrows may be the color of midnight now, but when I was little, they were as light as a yellow Labrador retriever. You could hardly see them, that’s how pale they were. Yep. If you flip through my mom’s old photo albums, you’ll see– I was blonde as a baby. When people ask if I’m naturally blonde, I flash a picture of me as a beautiful bouncing baby with a halo of honey hair like it’s an FBI badge at an active crime scene. Like it’s proof of vaccination at the 2021 Lollapalooza. Like…

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1. Thanks so much for having us over for dinner! I’m sorry about the red wine spill, the consequent Coca-Cola stain, and then the small house fire. Bet you wish you splurged for the Ruggable now! Haha… my bad. 2. What a trip. We’re exhausted, but we had a lot of fun! I’m not sure if you picked up on the fact that Jessie was acting a little weird at the guided tour thing, but it’s only because we didn’t expect there to be costumes and she has an extreme fear of wizards. It actually really sucks – the wizard…

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You scoff at the TV as hundreds of eager attendees lug their prized possessions around the Antiques Roadshow campus. The person struggling to carry a five-foot landscape painting – get real. The woman with a chunky armoire that required a midsize U-Haul – you’ve gotta be kidding. The man wielding two Katana swords, a definite safety risk to everyone around him – come on, dude. Sorry, what? A ripped and soiled cocktail napkin with an illegible signature on it should be insured for $40,000? Interesting! You know what? You might have some collectibles lying around the house. Your coffee table.…

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After maneuvering a squeaky cart with two broken wheels through the narrow aisles, you approach the grocery checkout with trepidation. You don’t want a pompous robot to berate you for your bagging technique. But unfortunately, you tend to embarrass yourself and land in a shame-induced coma after interacting with a fellow human being. Well, you’re in luck! Here are ten tips to avoid saying something annoyingly idiotic to the grocery store cashier. – Become so engrossed in a magazine that you lose all sense of space and time. Did Khloe Kardashian gain three pounds? Will Bennifer tie the knot at…

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Hello, neighbor. It’s me, the trampoline next door.  You look surprised. You think you’re sly, don’t you? I see you sneak a peek at me while you make your morning coffee. But sure, play dumb. I have no problem reminding you of the hell I’ve been through – the hell you continue to idly observe. Your elderly neighbors impulse-purchased me in summer 2020. We were months into the pandemic, and grandma and grandpa were desperate to see their grandchildren. An ethical choice? I don’t know – I’m a trampoline. (At least I provide an outdoor activity, unlike their ping-pong table……

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