This Day Will Be Different

October 17, 2018

I got up early to write this morning—not too long after five. Maybe 5:20 or so. I love a quiet house. I love the distraction-free time early in the morning when I have a gentle little bubble of time in which to think thoughts and then type words before all the stuff of the day…

Read More
Very fit woman holding an iPhone

True Story

October 11, 2018

I was looking for a stock photo of an iPhone. The woman in this picture looks so much like me I decided to go with it. #twinning  True story: Me: Hey Siri, set a timer for 10 minutes. Siri: For how long? Me: TENNNNN MINNNNUTTTTES. Siri: Calling [Name of ex-husband’s new wife, whom I blocked…

Read More

My Very, Very Guilty Confession of When I Enabled Harassment

September 27, 2018

Trigger warning for harassment. (Obviously.) This Kavanaugh hearing … I’ve been ready to throw a brick through a window for days. But in addition the anger, I keep feeling guilt. Because one time one of my friends got sexually harassed and I handled it all wrong. You know what I did? I stayed friendly with…

Read More

Stuff my Husband Loses

September 12, 2018

Joe loses his keys constantly. And his wallet. And sometimes his phone. It’s hilarious. Except that whenever this happens, he turns into a vile, snarling, doom-creature and stomps around the house yelling that his keys/wallet/phone are missing … and that is usually followed up by some blanket declarations about how we need PLACES to put…

Read More

Hookers are the Only Consummate Professionals

August 10, 2018

Note to everyone in the whole world: If you’re ever asked to give a recommendation, do not say that someone is a consummate professional. Everyone says this. Everyone. If you’re recommending someone, of course you think they’re really good at being professional in whatever field you’re in. Otherwise, why are you bothering? The bar of…

Read More
Me, taking a terrible selfie while blogging in bed

Insomnia is my Kryptonite

August 1, 2018

I challenge you to name three things that are more annoying than having your shorts crawl up between your thighs while you’re walking down the street to go to a coffee shop … and then having to try to arrest the crawl-up by changing your gait. Like you try to have your thigh meat sort…

Read More

About Me


New-age smartass.

Affiliate Link Disclosure

I participate in the Amazon affiliate link program. I might make a few cents or sometimes even a whole dollar if you click on one of these Amazon links. I'm supposed to let you know that. And now I have.