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Tag Archives: my baser self
The next time I’m tempted to repeat some juicy gossip, I need to remind myself that it might leave a stain that is harder to clean than the Cat In The Hat’s bathtub ring. I went to dinner with a … Continue reading
The problem with Driver’s Education is that students learn useless things like the proper distance to maintain when following a car towing a house trailer up a 30 degree incline during an ice storm (2 miles.) Why don’t they teach … Continue reading
People are rude. By which I mean they won’t drop everything and listen when I’m talking. Family members are the worst offenders. Let’s say my husband is tippity-tappeting on his computer when I approach to share a truly fascinating … Continue reading
mal·aise: noun mə-lāz, ma-, -lez 1: an indefinite feeling of debility or lack of health often indicative of or accompanying the onset of an illness 2: a vague sense of mental or moral ill-being <a malaise of cynicism and despair … Continue reading
Experts are concerned by the alarming spread of Notmyproblemitis or NMP. This malady results in the infected person losing all feeling…for their fellow man. Science does not know the exact cause, but the infection short-circuits a person’s ability to share … Continue reading
I’m never going to move to Paris. It just hit me that I’ll never live in a garret in Montmartre, spending my days painting and my nights discussing Existentialism over wine and croissant. The chances were always slim. If you haven’t run away from home … Continue reading