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.
I tell you, it's awful when your memory starts to go. Did I already post about this??
My old nemesis, the ganglion cyst had returned. Clearly, one of us had to go.
I hate dieting, but I didn't have much choice because I had to fit into my dress clothes for my cousin's wedding. And those calories weren't burning off by themselves.
For those of you needing a Land Manatee fix, I'm back from the UK! It was a great trip though things didn't go as smoothly as I would have liked. Naturally.
With the Houseguest sick again, I'm considering locking myself in my Man Cave with a can of Lysol.
My car, when it's clean, is on Nature's shit list. Literally.
Plumbing issues are my worst nightmare. So of course, the plumbing gods decided it was time to toy with me.
I'm such a bad uncle. Every year I go into the Christmas season with the best of intentions — and exit with the worst of excuses.