My favorite phone conversations with J are the ones where I purposely go full retard on him. I wish I could somehow convey his total exasperation, then his sigh of resignation just before he hangs up on me. Good times, good times. Anyway, this phone conversation took place yesterday, when I was telling him about a trip I once took [...]
I was never one to save anything from my childhood. I never saved the plastic dinosaurs I played with for hours and hours and, of course, I never saved any of the little green Army men that were annihilated by the dinosaurs because they were all buried in the yard. I never saved my Creepy Crawler [...]
Remember when Satan broke my wooden toilet seat in my Hobbit bathroom and I couldn’t get a bolt off to change it and I blogged about how I cried and how it hurt my thumb rabies? Well, I called a plumber that week but he wasn’t in town and I [...]
