I Like Puffy Tacos And I Cannot Lie.
Philadelphia Is Cool Because It Birthed The Declaration of Independence In 1776, The Constitution In 1787, And Will Smith In 1968.
Yesterday, a friend of mine posted this on Facebook:
They Paved Paradise And Then Dug Tunnels To Access It Again. Seriously, San Antonio. That’s A LOT Of Work.
It’s during times like these — when the sky is gray and it’s kind of blustery Read the rest of this gem…
Consider Our Pants Blown. In A Good Way.
I wasn’t going to write about food today.
Greeting Cards: Just My Way of Expressing How Much Better I Am Than You.
Holy Crap, We’re Still Alive!
The eggnog’s been drunk, the gifts have been opened, and that week-long season — the one that somehow manages to suck entire months of our lives into its toothy vortex Read the rest of this gem…
A Christmas Story. From October. Last Year. What? I’ve Been Busy.
There IS A Cure. But It’s Not Going To Be Easy.
So I’ve written about Domestiphobia and how there are certain people in this world Read the rest of this gem…
I’m Like The Queen Martha Stewart of the Underachievers. Which Isn’t Great. But I’ll Take It.
Sometimes I feel like I’m going crazy. Read the rest of this gem…