So what do you do when you end up with birds with heat exhaustion? Provide them air conditioning and a misting system, of course.
I finally had to admit that my long hair looked awful most of the time. It's glory days were thirty years in the rearview mirror, and now I looked like the crazy guy you don't want to sit next to on the bus. It was time to take drastic measures.
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.