If Maureen Dowd can write about getting stoned to the bone in the New York Times, than why shouldn’t I for my stupid blog?
Rachel astutely pointed out that if this was going to cause a huge fucking fight, I might as well make it count. I decided to go for the trifecta of purging: the basement and crawlspace, laundry room, and garage.
Hey. I’m hiding in the guest room. Don’t tell anyone where I am. I’ve been so caught up in my own world of writing and perpetual spring cleaning that I failed to notice that it’s President’s Day is coming up which means it’s a three-day weekend, which actually is a four-day weekend because that’s how […]