Photo: Bob Hosh
Photo: Bob Hosh
Photo: yep, Bob Hosh. That guy can take a picture that makes you smell the summer sunblock.
Walking On the Water Walking On the Air
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Your Alibis Your Telling-Me-Whys
Today, I had a fender bender I didn’t realize I’d had until someone else broke the news. Didn’t hurt my car a bit, but I scraped a bit of someone else’s paint. Thus, I am somewhat bummed.
Raised bed from which you can practically hear seed potatoes howling with laughter.
In related news: last time a crowd looked at me like that, I left that backwater hellhole and never looked back.
We Get Together And Call Ourselves An Institute
It’s not easy to be so glamorous. I do it all for you.
We Thinking Of Romance
Stick season. Fortunately, the snow isn’t.
They Really Want You But I Do Too
Spring! It’s fucking spring!
Big Wheel Keep On Turning
Yesterday would have been my grandmother Edith’s 94th birthday. Wish I could make her blueberry blintzes.
The Number Of Clocks By Exactly One
The knitting loom has potential for when I need a change, but so far it appears to have limited application. That is the EXTREME KNOWLEDGE acquired in three days I slept more than half of.
Turn the Color of the Avocado
The new chaise where I will probably sleep next week arrived today. Pete immediately covered it with throws to fool the cats into thinking the couch was previously clawed.
We bought furniture. Speaking of things you didn’t see coming, you must watch this all the way to the end.
You’re welcome.
So Happy Together
Thanks, I’ll get a chair.
The Night Life Baby
This car-car is a paper weight-weight.
Tata: My car is in four pieces.
Corinne: Four pieces? What happened?
Tata: Pete took it apart while Mercury was retrograde, but now that Mercury’s gone direct, special tools have started arriving.
My sisters snickered.
Tata: Just before Thanksgiving, our housemate came home with a frozen turkey he didn’t know what to do with, so I offered to drop it off at Elijah’s Promise.
Anya: Oh yeah! Good idea!
Tata: Well, you’d think so, right up ’til the moment you pull up to the soup kitchen in a Mercedes.
My sisters’ jaws dropped.
Tata: And it doesn’t matter how your husband acquired the Mercedes, because suddenly –
Anya: YOU’RE THE WHITE LADY ASKING IF THERE’S VALET PARKING.
Poor Impulse Control 