Diminuendo

Okay, I confess, so I'm not a poet (I know, shocking), but I wrote a "poem". And it doesn't start out with "There once was a man from Nantucket..."

Attack of the Mutant Guinea Pig

I'd always wanted a guinea pig when I was a kid, but it never happened. Then in grad school, I ended up with the mutant guinea pig from hell.

When my beard trimmer stopped working properly, I decided to take things (and a screwdriver) into my own hands and get it running again.

You know, sometimes I'm too witty for my own good. It's something I had to learn the hard way.

Ever feel like your life is stepping on one banana peel after another?

What's the best way to market your blog? Not with mugs and a car magnet branded with its logo. Anyway, so, my order just arrived today...

It's kind of weird when you reverse roles with an elderly parent. Try laying down the law to a grumpy old man.

People love hiking, but to me it means someone is being lazy and needs to get off their ass and build a road so I can drive there.

Plumbing issues are my worst nightmare. So of course, the plumbing gods decided it was time to toy with me.

The shocking murder of a local Lyft driver has me rethinking doing rideshare again.