We're one year into the pandemic crisis and, according to some, my hair has also become a disaster.
I don't know what's going on -- but strange things are afoot at my local Fry's Grocery store. Either I have rotten luck -- or the Universe has it in for me.
I hate cleaning up bodies -- especially when they're hidden in my back yard.
I set out to feed a group of unruly African lovebirds that live in my neighborhood. Seems they have high expectations, and somehow it has become a full-time job.
After having a pricey WordPress Business Plan for two years, my site was coming up for renewal, so I had to decide whether to pull the plug on it and downgrade. But how was this going to affect my site?
So, I accomplished absolutely nothing in 2020. Between my wild hair and intense inactivity, the only way to distinguish between a sloth and me is one of us only poops once every seven days (It's the sloth, in case you were wondering).
I started writing about my long-ago battle of wits with my goddaughter...um, let's see -- maybe last year? To be honest, I have no idea. I was bad enough keeping track of time before COVID and now every day I'm asking myself "Wait, is today Blursday or Thriday the 81st of Junvember?" Anyway, better late than never, right?
Ever look in the mirror and go 'WTF? I look like I've run out of meds.' Yeah, I'm kind of at that moment right now.
My memory sucks. All I wanted to do was go up to the grocery store. But I just couldn't find my damned wallet.
Thing are getting real with COVID19 as businesses close and events are canceled. Yours truly is stuck at home, so thought I might as well post some thoughts on the matter.