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Uh oh – floodgates have opened
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Help
After, what, twenty-something years Gary and I are starting to work on one of our most fundamental problems: our expectations about help. This after yet another morning in which Gary woke me by screaming “Wake UP! It’s 6:45!” (pause) “6:50, sweetie!” (pause) “Sweetie! It’s 6:55! WAKE UP!” This screaming is unsolicited, it is unappreciated, and…
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Cave
On the way back from the BNL concert (where we saw a very professional performance, considering), we stopped at Marengo Cave in Indiana. Because the Voice in my head told me to. (Snort. I kill me.) Actually, we stopped because the roadside signs told us to. And it was there I found the greatest testament…
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Concert in Detail with Bonus Dental Exam!
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Sisterhood of the Travelling Green Dress
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quick recap
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Spunky Labia Packs for a Road Trip
See Spunky, World Traveller. See Spunky Pack. Clockwise from left: Green Dress to throw at BNL concert, pretzels for snacking on drive, Crocs for comfort (kiss mah toes, all you Croc haters), and a purple bathrobe for the Big Lebowski Conference, also held in Louisville this weekend.Mac is sad he can’t go.
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Hi, I’m a Dot Stalker
This is what happens when you get hooked on Google Analytics.If you don’t know, Google Analytics tracks users to your website and reports how they got there, how long they stayed, and the like. The best part is the map feature. This, for example, is New Zealand: There is a city here, Wellington. There was…
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First Lines of Unfinished Posts: Part 2
Young lady, I did watch you as you applied my new and expensive Prescriptives foundation to my face, and I am not mentally impaired, so I am surprised that even over my protestations (continuing on to outright sneering) you stubbornly continued to write down your phone number on the receipt just in case I “have…
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Deluge
