*primarily of walls, yards, and carpetFor all things there is a season. A time to sow, a time to reap...A time to attempt to rip small furry rodents into small pieces, pick fights with the neighbor's German Shepherd, and a time to howl.Welcome to teenage doghood, where it's not the hormones that cause a pet… Continue reading Ragnar the Destroyer*
I'm not sure how to title this post, because the utter stupidity of the conversation that sparked it annoyed me so much I needed a couple of days to decide how to approach the subject.Two days ago Minnesota held Primary Elections. I was outside letting Ragnar snuffle around instead of doing the business he was… Continue reading Make America Educated Again
Mercury is in Retrograde.This Friday is the 13th. AND A FULL MOON over the weekend. People, I greatly enjoy astrology for entertainment, but I'm telling you...something is rotten in the month of June. With all the crap going on with the rental house (let me just say WOW, in the most horrified sort of tone, to… Continue reading Excuse Me, I’ll Be Hiding Until This Is Over…
So I believe I told the Baba Yaga story about the old woman who sold her house for pennies a few years ago, yes?This ties to the brothel thing, I swear.Directly across from Baba Yaga's unit is a home that's flipped five or six times since we moved in. The last actual owner who lived… Continue reading Townhome Twits: Episode Brothel. Yes, I saved this for last.
Two doors down from us there lived an old woman who strongly resembled the Baba Yaga (well, without the chicken feet or the iron teeth). Her wiry steel-grey hair was always neatly bound up in a bun on the top of her head. Her teeth were strong and yellow (no dentures there). The combination of long nails… Continue reading Townhome Twits Episode V: The Baba Yaga
Read the first couple Townhome Twits here: Sneaky Peeping, here: Snow White, and here: Eyeore. Our place has excessively limited parking. Everyone gets a one-car garage and two assigned spaces. Visitor parking isn't supposed to be used for resident cars, which means for people like Husband (who currently owns one winter car and two fun… Continue reading Townhome Twits Episode IV: Bitch Wars
In today's edition of Townhome Twits, Eyeore. But first...today at lunch I (foolishly) drove over to the strip mall with Byerlys (grocery store) so I could feed my book addiction spend too much money eat at Barnes & Noble. And read. This is the same Byerlys where a random old lady accosted me with racist commentary about… Continue reading Eyeore and Woody. (and Oompa Loompa Flower Children, if we’re counting ALL the weird today)
So this showed up on Facebook today. thanks, J.H.Heimdal's Facebook pageAnd of course my IMMEDIATE reaction was to consider the value of a Viking Squirrel Horde, preferably in full Berserker mode, to send into the crawlspace under my house. To attack and kill the Snakipeder(s) under there. Because I planted a container vegetable garden on… Continue reading Snakipeder Defense League: ACTIVATE!
Townhome TwitsEpisode 2: The Demented Disney PrincessThis post is fairly rambly, but in my defense I did amuse the hell out of myself by creating a new creature word. You're welcome, and I'm not one bit sorry. Kitty corner from our house there lives an early-retired woman who's last (patient) son moved out to California… Continue reading When Snow White Gets Old (and Crotchety…and probably demented)
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)