
People ask if having chickens is hard. The answer is that having chickens is easy until someone needs an enema.
People ask if having chickens is hard. The answer is that having chickens is easy until someone needs an enema.
I’m blogging from my bed and I’m not wearing any underwear. Seriously! TMI? Not really, if you have been keeping up with my tale of WI-FI woe. After crying uncle after two hours with Apple Support, I was able to suss out at least part of the problem: an old and bunk Airport Extreme. It […]
You may have noticed that I added a FAQ page to my menu bar along the top. I’ve wanted one of those forever but technology is sooo scary and it took me a few months to work up the nerve to figure it out. And I call myself a technocrat. I answered a few questions […]
I was bumming out because yesterday I asked Zeb to take a picture of me holding the nasty dredlock and I looked really old. As in ugly old. As in, when I looked at the picture I wasn’t all, “Dear God! Look at that nasty two foot-long dred!” I was like, “Jesus Christ, I’d rather wake […]
I’ve wondered if this breakneck pace of purging might sabotage the overall effort. Getting rid of stuff every day, and blogging every day, could be a recipe for burn-out. I feel like that crazy exercise/eating disorder person at the gym that everyone feels sorry for (okay, me) who worries that if she doesn’t work out […]