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.
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.
The Houseguest has been a great roommate -- except for when she's a pain in the ass. Like when it comes to certain smells -- like pot pies.
It was that time of year when I decide to take on a DIY project and my friends get nervous. And this would be the biggest project ever.
Some of us are just made to cause trouble. It's our curse.