Oh, Judy T., you made my day, week, month, and possibly my whole year last week, and it’s only February. That means everything else that happens in 2011 is just …
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Guilty pleasures
Goddess, forgive me, for I have snarfed. I know I shouldn’t consume these things but sometimes…. under just the right circumstances… when no one’s looking… ~ Spicy pork rinds ~ …
A Single Remote, a Single Remote, My Queendom for a Single Remote
“The problem with your generation,” said my son, “is that you don’t understand ‘input’.” This nugget of wisdom offered as he listened to me lament about my cute little basket …
Flooded out of our own home
In last week’s episode, we left our heroine standing ankle-deep in water, and feeling thankful for a burrito, beer and a bed. This week, we discover that she’s become a …
A week of F’s: Floods, Firefighters, FFA, Friends
Just as I was beginning to believe that the Winters Whopper Wars had redefined what it means to live down here on lovely Far West Russell Boulevard, life hit the …
Creating the next generation of opinion: iPinion
So, it all got started with an innocent little email from innocent little David Lacy. And you’re thinking… David Lacy… David Lacy… ah, yes! That “Growing Younger” guy! And …
Look what they erected down on the corner
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, everybody thinks their story is front page news, brip, brap, brup, must be going, busy, busy, busy, call me Monday…”
But he blocked my path and looked me squarely in the eye, his voice trembling with determination: “There are penises all over downtown!”
Oh. Kay.
Sir, you have my undivided attention.
She loves me not
I consulted our local bunny pusher, Sarah, the one who got me into this dysfunctional relationship in the first place. Sarah told me that the likely reason for Bunny’s cantankerous demeanor is that she probably wants to make more bunnies. Desperately. She doesn’t hate you, she’s horny.
Next year, a Christmas tree for cats
When that last ornament was delicately placed on the Christmas tree, I took a moment to admire the finished product. My little angels came into the room, and that glimmering …