Never in a million years would I have thought that my 46th year would be the one where I danced the most, laughed the hardest, and played the most with my friends.
I’m on the flight home from a birthday getaway to see Steven Retchless in Puerto Vallarta. I had no way of predicting 4-5 years ago when we met at a pole convention in Las Vegas that he would become a regular in my home and that I would fly off to see him in Mexico. […]
This afternoon, whilst attempting to put dinner on the table, I was engaging in two of my favorite pastimes: text yelling at My Parasitic twin while also text yelling at her husband. It was some varsity level millennial shit. Who says you can’t teach an old dog new tricks? First MPT and I were text […]
When Dirty Uncle Bob called me up in my mother’s dorm saying that he was in Jersey and how about swinging by and picking me up for a road trip, I said yes.
Her power to burst my bubble transcends space and time.
I will spare you the gruesome details but let’s just say it was fucking gross. When I pulled out my phone BEFORE THE PROCEDURE my vet said, “You aren’t going to video this are you?!?”
People ask if we are going out of town while the boys are at camp but I much prefer a staycation.
We went to a newish place down the street that people raved about – the fried chicken! the handheld pies! I have always been suspicious about this place or any place that smirkingly serves serves pretentious poverty food.
The Renaissance Festival is walking into the equivalent of a strip club for kids and LARPers. If you ain’t throwing down the bills you ain’t having fun.
The ACLU has just uncovered evidence of our federal officials physically, sexually, and verbally abusing immigrant children at the U.S. border. This is unconscionably cruel – and we need to stop it.