This is not a real post. I'm going to sunny gorgeous Cancun tomorrow for a week with the recovering husband (dude, after the horrible fall/winter we had, it's time for a fricken cocktail on the beach!). Depending on his vice-grip on the iPad, I may or may not have an opportunity to post rude pictures… Continue reading Merida, she is NOT (a teaser-trailer for the Demented Disney Princess post)
Tag: I’m a lucky sucker
Carpet Pooping…and Other Canine Adventures
As I'm sure you're aware (since for some reason my uterus post is the #1 read post on my blog, according to the internet gremlins who decided to count random pings from Eastern Europe as "read") I have no human babies. I have fabulous nieces and nephews whom I adore spoiling.And two excessively large canines… Continue reading Carpet Pooping…and Other Canine Adventures
This is a public service announcement, not a real post.
So due to a PLETHORA of spamming I've been getting since January, I broke down and added stupid word verification to my comments area. Dammit. I really don't like doing that (mostly because I generally have trouble reading the fucking verification data myself and it sometimes stops me from commenting on other blogs). Pretty please… Continue reading This is a public service announcement, not a real post.
CLIMB INTO THE HANDBASKET…and hang the hell on.
If you're wondering, I'm TOTALLY using that title for my as-yet-ill-conceived memoir. That's right: "climb into the handbasket" was one of the many fucked-up ways people found this blog. Here are a few others: "i'm in love with my same sex therapist" - I'm fairly certain I've never blogged about this. Should I ever I'll… Continue reading CLIMB INTO THE HANDBASKET…and hang the hell on.
Random Shit: Because I Still Can’t Write A Real Post
The weekend was a flurry of hospital time, family time (parents are heading back to California today, because they're assholes who live where it's warm), and errands. I suck at blogging lately, it's true. I spent quite a bit of time surfing facebook in the dark because Husband was napping and I couldn't turn the goddamn… Continue reading Random Shit: Because I Still Can’t Write A Real Post
Hospital Universe
Husband is entering day 12 in the intensive care unit, and I'm futzing around at work this morning until my 1pm conference call is finished so I can go work from his room. A hospital is a really strange alternate universe where time moves strangely and you're in a weird microcosm of "we're all worried together."… Continue reading Hospital Universe
My Dogs: Too Lazy To Rip Each Other’s Faces Off.
In case you were wondering, Thor wouldn't allow me to put the "Happy Fucking Birthday" hat on him. Apparently he has more pride than Chewy, who allowed it but only with a cranky face. This is not the same cranky face I get when it's time for nail clipping, ear cleaning, or bathing...but it's close.… Continue reading My Dogs: Too Lazy To Rip Each Other’s Faces Off.
My loved ones are assholes. Well, some of them, anyway.
So my meetings today were over early and I had a horrid headache, so I went home to work from the couch. Because my company is FUCKING COOL like that.I took a bunch of ibuprofin and thought a hot shower would help kill off the tiny evil gnome attempting to burrow way out of my temple. OF COURSE… Continue reading My loved ones are assholes. Well, some of them, anyway.
I met The Bloggess! And nearly made a mess in CVS. These are not related.
On my 35th birthday (which was Friday) I met Jenny Lawson. (I also received a beautiful necklace and various forms of most excellent sappiness from my husband, but those are mine and I'm not sharing). I stood in line for the book signing after hearing her read a chapter of her book, Let's Pretend This… Continue reading I met The Bloggess! And nearly made a mess in CVS. These are not related.
It’s true: I do not gargle donkey balls.
I'll explain that in a minute, promise. I had a mental-out yesterday and a whiny bitch-fest, and instead of telling me to suck it up I got some fantabulous comments: thank you. You guys are more awesome than unicorns and glitter.(I had a neat pic here and realized it's not MINE to share on a… Continue reading It’s true: I do not gargle donkey balls.
No Pithy Phrase 