New Year's morning I was presented with the choice of bros vs hoes and made the right one ( Read more... )

Let me tell you about the enjoyable evening I had last night sandwiched inbetween two cowpatty crusts ( Read more... )

Keeping myself busy over the holiday weekend worked maybe a little too well. I never got the sleep I wanted, nor did I catch up on anything at home--not anything fun, like reading and movies, nor anything useful, like cleaning and paperwork ( Read more... )

So after four days phone silence, Clueless Furball texted this morning to reschedule. He was so casual about it that I was pissy in return, which got his dander up and prompted him to clarify a few things. So either that was a breakthrough in our communication or the end of the whole affair, it's too early to say which ( Read more... )

Thursday morning I did the last of the gardening for the season--and by that I mean I took last-minute measures to spare a couple plants from the impending hard freeze. The geraniums came in and the perennial mums went in the soil, in the same spot where mums have died two previous years. (A gardener pal says those might not have been perennial but ( Read more... )

So I think I'm ready to call it quits with Lakshmi ( Read more... )

So now that the initial excitement has worn off on all my new flings, the flaws of each are coming into view. None are insuperable, but they're enough to dampen my enthusiasm to the point where it can't overcome my general level of sloth and irritation with humanity ( Read more... )

Today felt like the right balance between responsibilities (laundry, home maintenance, making dinner) and diversions (hanging with friends). I set myself up for success by making plans with Miss Betty. We batted around ideas and settled on The Gundis for brunch. I'd already been there once for dinner, but the portrait of their Kurdish breakfast hat ( Read more... )

So much in the last couple weeks, where do I start? I wish I'd had the energy to update regularly. I'm sure a day-to-day account of navigating my grief would have been useful to me later. Because, you know, it's not like this will be the only time I do this and the mind forgets unpleasant details so easily ( Read more... )

In possibly the least auspicious beginning to one of my birthdays ever, my first phone call wasn't from the pharmacy robot (as I first suspected) or a well-wisher (my second guess), but a collection agency. Seems my doctor's office hasn't the patience to wait for my insurer to reprocess all our bills for the year until they get it right and I'm not ( Read more... )