Well. I went out to the chiropractor today. Knobby went along. Chiropractor was very excited to talk about things somewhat related to Knobby’s work, even said he’d told a friend that he now knew a guy who had made the product he apparently LOVES. So that was funny. Then, we came home, I was greeted […]
Oh hai. I have a Zappos return all ready to go to the UPS Store, in a fit of productivity this morning, but now it’s started raining and honestly I didn’t even need that much of an excuse to put off going out for another day. In a bit of sadness over the car, I […]
Having nowhere to be, Getting to stay home all day, In your fuzzy slippers.
The world is conspiring in tiny ways to make George Michael happen right now. Day before yesterday, I woke up with “One More Try” stuck in my head. It was there ALL DAY LONG. Then BigMama wrote a blog for today that featured a lyric from “Careless Whisper” . . . and we were off […]
Yet another reason we love Emma Thompson.
Two positive things today. 1. I’ve just finished a run of Metronidazole that was prescribed while in the hospital. A giant, uncoated, bitter pill. (Just like ME!) Impossible to swallow. Oh, you’d finally manage it, but rarely before the bitter powder had distributed itself on your tongue and down your throat . . . […]
Oh me oh my. Now, I hate Miley Cyrus. I think she’s trash, utter trash. AND. If you’ve decided your performance schtick is going to include sticking out your tongue at every single possible opportunity in order to make up for your lack of talent . . . YOU COULD AT LEAST BRUSH IT. However. […]
This morning I woke up to a delicious treat. A paper bag placed by my head, containing a sausage biscuit and hash browns. (Ok, fine. Two sausage biscuits.) The McDonald’s sausage biscuit may seem like nothing to you, but to someone like me who is rarely operable during their breakfast hours . . . it […]
1. Our useless mail woman strikes again. Knobby was expecting a package to be delivered by the hated USPS today, went down a few hours before and attached a large post-it note with v.clear instructions that the gate was open, to drive up the driveway and deliver the package TO OUR HOUSE. Of course . […]