Category: In Which We Mock Ourselves

Okay, Gary and I got each other joint Christmas presents. I got us an electric guitar to share. I was delighted when he got home, grabbed it, and promptly discovered his big fat hammy fingers are not suited for fitting between the frets. First I tuned our – well, my – guitar with a tremendous…

It’s building up to my favorite time of year. Holiday Tea time? you ask. Christmas? No, more even than those I love late December, because it’s Retrospective time of year, in which I review all the Year in Reviews. I think it should be a national holiday. (And it should be a national holiday in…

It’s been over fifteen years since Dad died, and I still have not drank though all my Inheritance Liquor. (Dave hasn’t sold his Inheritance Porn, either.) I keep trying though. I think Marcia and Libby helped with the Whiskey, Sherry, Kahlua, and Creme de Cacao. No one is drinking the Anisette. It seems Girl’s Night…

Gary and I sang the Karaoke last night from 9 till twelve. (I performed exceedingly well on “I’m Only Happy When It Rains” – it’s my new theme song.) I was getting ready for bed, and suddenly (I mean suddenly) my throat closed up. I was in the bathroom and saw my face had reddened…

We got to Pere Marquette State Park and Gary and Arzaana-fay changed out of their radio interview clothes into their trail ride clothes. I did not need to change my clothes. Yet. Our trail ride for this year was through Pere Marquette State Park. We were not with two spunky teenage girl guides, but instead…

Warning: Mature Content, because this tale deals with my breasts, referred to as:– Boobs– Bosom– Hooters– Droopy and Bashful– The Girls– and sometimes TaTas(You see why it has a “Mature” content rating. Also, if you saw my breasts, well, mature is a nice way to describe them.) When I was at my Grandmas funeral, there…