Joint custody sucks
I miss Felix. I have no idea how people do this with actual human children.
I miss Felix. I have no idea how people do this with actual human children.
Megan tagged me! That scamp! You take each line and replace it with a single word of your choosing. Yes, just one word!! Afterward, tag seven folks… You’re feeling: contentTo your left: doorOn your mind: tomorrowLast meal included: cheeseYou sometimes find it hard to: settleThe weather: craptasticSomething you have a collections of: corksA smell that cheers you up: orangesA smell that can ruin your mood: litterHow long since you last shaved: hoursThe current state of…
Because the weekend was kind of a blur of zombies (both the undead and the liquid kind), rock ‘n’ roll, tequila shots, birthday dinners, friends visiting, superhero masks, talk of “squishing,” talk of cats, talk of sand fleas, talk of dolphins counting in English, talk of feminine drag, and me saying stupid shit and rolling around on my floor, and other people rolling around on my floor but saying much less stupid shit than I…
My blowdryer just sparked and shot flames at my head. I suppose I will be heading to work with wet hair.
Oh happy day, I actually had a really good weekend. I know that this in no way has any bearing on how the remainder of my week will play out, nor does it indicate that the Universe is going to take it easy on me or anyone else for a while (the Universe don’t roll like that, y’all), but I still would like to recount the ways the past few days have not pissed me…
February was particularly brutal, it seems, for many of us. Spring’s coming. Maybe it will be kind to us.
Who says nothing interesting ever happens in small towns? From the story (actually, this is the whole story at this time): TBI officials say an underground marijuana-growing operation was busted in Saltillo, Tennessee on a 600 acre farm. Investigators say marijuana plants were found inside a metal tank buried in a field in the 1000 block of Five Forks Road. The tank is about 20 feet long and eight feet tall. More than 1,000 marijuana…
So my grandmother’s matchmaking skills may be a bit rusty, as the Australian guy she was trying to fix me up with is taken. Also, he Googled me and found this blog. Hi, Alex! Also, Courtney and Dustin have found a man for me, but, despite his build like a “wandering Norwegian brawler” and his preference for fornication, I’m not sure he would work out. He’s allergic to cats.
I got roughly an hour and a half of sleep. Would have been more had I had enough sense to go sleep in an actual bed and not on the couch, which is in the same room as a clock that chimes triumphantly every fifteen minutes. What the hell is the point of a clock that chimes every fifteen minutes? To remind you of the tedium of not being dead? Anyway, this day should be…
My mother’s appointment in Nashville tomorrow is at 7 a.m. Nashville is, on a good day, a two-and-a-half-hour drive from here. Factoring in I-40 madness (of which there is always at least a little) and Nashville morning traffic, I doubt we’ll be able to make it in less than three. Which means we need to leave at 4 a.m. Which means I would need to get up at 3 a.m. to get ready. Which means,…
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