Where’s Whoopsie #17: Two-Ply Christmas Lullaby

On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me An extra roll of TP.   On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me Two bottles of Miralax and an extra roll of TP.   On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me Three gluten-free … Continue reading Where’s Whoopsie #17: Two-Ply Christmas Lullaby

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Where’s Whoopsie #16: Build Me Up, Butterball

"For pounds up to nine," Peapod's flat fee's pretty fine But they lied, they substituted and then (Ba-dah-dah) Showed up from the store, a turkey fed many times more It's not them, will I let us down in brine? (Hey, hey, hey) Maybe, baby, try to find (Hey, hey, hey) Dethaw time and I'll make … Continue reading Where’s Whoopsie #16: Build Me Up, Butterball

Top Ten Things I Hate About Top Ten Posts

I went away to a place that was not the 9th Circle of Hell this past long weekend with my partner. It was just a long-weekend getaway, and - given that my Partner had literally been to Hell the week before - it doesn't quite imply everything is fine. However, it was enough of a … Continue reading Top Ten Things I Hate About Top Ten Posts

Blog Awards Series #5: B is for Blog Awards

I am not saying "B is for Bedbugs," because supposedly things are "happening" with that. The home is hiring a new exterminator to come tomorrow and - again supposedly - is going to deal with the code violations that resulted in the scary green notice. I'm not sure how much faith I have in either … Continue reading Blog Awards Series #5: B is for Blog Awards

I Love You More than Salt

Today has been lousy. There's no other way to say it. Its lousiness has stemmed primarily from two causes: dysautonomia and C-PTSD. (I will write dysautonomia and C-PTSD officially, but I could just as easily have claimed dysautonomia and office politics. The two are kind of synonymous when C-PTSD views any perturbations in power dynamics … Continue reading I Love You More than Salt