Ever have one skill that you practiced ceaselessly for hours on end until you perfected it? But you never had a chance to use it. That was me — until today.
So, the Trump/Obama adviser who I gave an Uber ride to had to resign. Apparently, she got caught fibbing about a law degree. I know, I know, Trump lies every day and nothing happens, but he's had a lot more practice.
I can't believe I hated naps as a kid. A good nap is worth gold, especially since bosses tend to frown on you taking them. Which is a shame because boy did I need a nap in the worst way at my new job.
Nothing makes me break into a cold sweat like the thought of going clothes shopping. Yet there was no getting around it — it was time to go to the mall again.
What would you do when it's 116 degrees Fahrenheit out? Crank the AC, right? Nope, that's not how I deal with soaring temperatures. And the Houseguest hates me for it.
Not really, but I felt like kicking her owner out after she broke a promise.
The Year of Sean has been going on for 364 days but sadly is coming to an end. One more official blissful day of freedom remains before I'm compelled by the Faustian agreement I made to look for a regular job. Of course, as the Houseguest pointed out, there could be a Year of Sean Part II if no one hires me.
Trust is such an important element in any relationship whether it's one you have with your spouse, partner, coworker, family member, or friend. I mean, if you don't have trust, what do you have? The Houseguest was about to find out.
Okay, my sister sent me a video of her dog and it's hilarious.
I've always been fascinated by history and genealogy, so it's been somewhat ironic that I know so little about my family history. So I ordered a DNA test to see what kind of genetic surprises might be hiding in the Layton woodpile.