Spouse had a boo boo yesterday morning. He tried to avoid me knowing about the boo-boo but when I heard the shower go on at 7:30, I knew something was up. Normally, he doesn't shower until right before he has to go to work. It crossed my mind that perhaps he needed to go in early for something, so I went to the bathroom to ask him. When I opened the bathroom door, there he was standing next to Full story...
Spouse came home yesterday with a new fixture and had it installed within 10 minutes. (Another reminder of why I keep him around.
We've lived here for over two years and we're still discovering things about our residence. A couple days ago, the light burned out in the walk-in closet and so I went to the store to pick up some more of the newfangled light bulbs that last forever.
I'm still not used to the dog being gone. It's fine most of the time now but I still have a verklempt moment each time I walk in the door and she's not there to greet me.
Monday is a lousy day to have a bird day so we celebrated yesterday with friends. I tried a new cocktail with gin and Hypnotic which very bizarrely comes out tasting like a margarita.
I was confronted by this yesterday at one of the places I work. I'll translate for those who are clueless:
To the person who urinates on the floor
I'm not judging, but if it's impossible for you to urinate standing up without getting it all over the floor, and therefore making everyone else perform gymnastics in order to urinate without stepping in it, not to mention the odor that it causes,
Here's a picture taken long ago by a friend of a friend that we befriended on a trip to California. He later sent us a blow up of this shot.
I've been having a lively discussion with a blogger this week over ideology. He's a proud gay republican, and me, well we all know how flamingly liberal I am.
I felt the terrible tickle yesterday morning. Cold sore! I can't help but think this is somehow linked to the flu shot I got last week.
I'm taking a break from politics. Really, it's not good for me. Why practice having hostile feelings? It always comes back to my favorite adage: Holding on to resentment is like your eating rat poison and then waiting for the rat to die.
I was teaching a class this week in front of some blue collar workers. They were joking around after Obama had won the presidency and started talking about how the White house needs to change its name to the black house, ha ha ha, and that chicken and watermelon would be the new cafeteria staples.
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