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.
Tag: What the HELL
Cosmic Lost Socks Will Now Be Washed, Fluffed and Folded.
Remember the Soul Retriever?Apparently she now provides "aura cleansing" as an additional service.I'm unclear as to whether she cleans the pieces of the soul she retrieves for you, or if she just does an overall swiffering. Personally, I would think any retrieved piece of the soul would need cleansing, because you just don't know where… Continue reading Cosmic Lost Socks Will Now Be Washed, Fluffed and Folded.
Random Crap (or I’m too cranky and lazy to think up a clever title).
I'm having sort of a horrid week. Car accident (and a shop that seems...well, stupid. Is it SO HARD to call the number I gave you, the ONLY number I gave you? Apparenltly it is: they called an out-of-service number instead, because ridiculous), arguments, washing machine that leaks...I've about had it. Therefore I give you… Continue reading Random Crap (or I’m too cranky and lazy to think up a clever title).
Fest Food AND The Weekly Stupid Wrap Up
I realize some of these should have pictures, but ultimately I'm too busy either laughing (or gagging) to do so. I know most of my Fest posts are about people being dumb: to start this post I'd like to suggest the tastiest things I've found at the MN Renaissance Festival. Deep Fried Jalapeno Cream Cheese… Continue reading Fest Food AND The Weekly Stupid Wrap Up
No Ma’am, Bees Don’t Have Teeth.
Another weekend sitting at the First Aid gate at Renaissance Festival. Another weekend of things. Saturday a drunk (sigh) woman tried to impale her head on a fence post. She succeeded in splitting her lip from nostril down so thoroughly she likely needed multiple sets of stitches. Someone thought First Aid should have an oxygen… Continue reading No Ma’am, Bees Don’t Have Teeth.
Renaissance Festival and Alcohol: A Perfect Storm of Fools.
Last year at this time I found amusement in the various hospital oddities that I focused on while husband was in the ICU. It's really weird to think that today, one year ago, I was hanging out in a hospital room with a broken, unconscious spouse and no idea what the hell was going to… Continue reading Renaissance Festival and Alcohol: A Perfect Storm of Fools.
Google Dreams of Screaming, Apparently. Creepy.
Oh Google...never change. I don't think it's lucky at ALL to have no mouth and have to scream, Google. I know, it's not a real post. And technically, that's two in a row. I'm sure I'll have something more entertaining after a long weekend of Renaissance Festival, but for now this made me chuckle.
I…There is NOTHING Appropriate To Say About This (NOT Miley Cyrus Related)
I don't understand it, but I'm highly entertained. What the hell IS "Jess hair" and...just...WHY??I do not...know, but apparently multiple readers found my blog this way. In case anyone is wondering, there was no 1600's Mini-Doughnut Truck on the Renaissance Festival site this season (but I DID see an oxygen tank and a power… Continue reading I…There is NOTHING Appropriate To Say About This (NOT Miley Cyrus Related)
Townhome Twits Episode IV: Bitch Wars
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
An Ethical Hiatus.
Ultimately, 99.9% of my written words are to entertain me...and to get them out of the racetrack in my head, and I started this blog to share those stories with friends who regularly wanted to hear them anyway. Know what's just AWESOME? When one of those people, someone I thought really got my need to… Continue reading An Ethical Hiatus.
No Pithy Phrase 