Okay, my sister sent me a video of her dog and it's hilarious.
Okay, my sister sent me a video of her dog and it's hilarious.
Going to the post office is like going to the dentist minus the power drills. I hate it — but it's a necessary evil. And there was no avoiding it any longer. I had to go.
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.
When I was thirteen and the old man asked me to prep the barbecue grill, I thought to myself how hard can it be? Well, I was about to find out.
You know, I wouldn't say I have terrible luck, but it definitely trends toward being consistently on the poor side. I knew this when I was living on a shoe string budget. But everything had been going along just fine...
It's weird when you meet someone whose behavior is so out there they seem almost like a caricature. I met a young woman yesterday who is a real-life gold digger — or at least who was stretching her wings and trying it out.
When I’m spending my hard earned cash to watch a movie, I want to have an immersive, enjoyable experience free of distraction. With that being said, three things are guaranteed to ruin my experience and make me feel homicidal.
Do you like picking people up at the airport? I've always hated it. So it's somewhat ironic that it's one of my preferred spots when I'm driving for Uber — except when I get that one passenger who makes me hate my life.
Wow, it's been over a year since the Houseguest started renting a room. How time flies! In celebration, I thought I'd look back and share one of our earlier misunderstandings.
Do you ever wonder if you're wasting your time blogging and ask yourself whether you should quit? That was the question I was asking myself the other day.