I am whole again. This is just like the time in 6th grade (grade 6, Canadians!) when I picked and tore and bit at the wart on my thumb so much it eventually fell off, but once it was gone, … Continue reading
I’ve always wanted to use that excuse for something, but growing up, the only dog I ever had was Sampson, a black lab who was equally energetic and lazy. He would never eat anything besides the regular food and snacks, … Continue reading
A phone conversation between Poor Kyle and me a few weeks ago went something like this: PK: So what did you do down in AZ today, while I was up here in Canada being responsible and tending your garden? Me: … Continue reading
No, I don’t mean anything to do with eggs being fertilised. I’ve already talked a lot about the lies married people feed soon-to-be-married people: That marriage is hard [when it’s actually impossible], the wedding night is magical [depends on who … Continue reading
Dadgummit. They got the ducks again. Any child of the ’80s will recall that episode of Saved by the Bell–the episode that impacted young minds more powerfully than any other [save perhaps the one wherein Jessie had a drug-induced nervous … Continue reading
Our television is on the fritz [where did that phrase even come from?]**, and I am aghast at how…aware…I am of its absence. When I was young, my parents strictly monitored our T.V. time–at least until my sister and I … Continue reading
I imagine you’ve come here [to this blog, that is] today looking for entertainment. Entertainment, amusement, or just an update on this little life of mine. Well, you’re not going to get it, Greedy. And I’ll tell you why: I … Continue reading