Finally. A moment to breath (well, sort of, I have had a nasty bug since late last week, so breathing is more like attempting to breath and, instead, wheezing, hacking, coughing, and spewing bio-doom bugs within a 10 foot contagion zone. But I'll take it). It's been a busy month! It seems I ...
. Read More →There are two things I’m not good at: lying and keeping secrets. Okay, technically there are a lot of things I’m not good at – chemistry, geometry, putting the toothpaste cap back on, scrapbooking (the part where I actually do it instead of taking little sentimental artifacts of my life, saying ...
. Read More →(This is part of the Reverb 10 series counting down to the new year. If it's supposed to be insightful or inspiring, they're doing a good job at hiding it with outstanding questions like the following one. But - on a positive note - it gives me something to make ...
. Read More →I kind of love Halloween. Not sure why or when it happened. I honestly don’t even remember dressing up more than a handful of times to go trick or treating when I was growing up. There were probably more because, frankly, my spoiled-brat ass was likely decked out as a ...
. Read More →Hubby and I headed to his little hometown this weekend for a wedding of his longtime friends. The wedding was beautiful, and I genuinely think the world of the bride and the groom. But I don't get the whole "little town" mentality. And by little town, I mean people who have ...
. Read More →As I babbled last night, a series of events going on around my life (not directly to me, really, but as my mom says, "I'm a delicate little flower") have made it hard to keep the whole "tough upper chin" or uppercut or stick up the butt (however that goes). ...
. Read More →Yes, I woke up feeling I was going to rip out questionably-vital organs and, every now and again, a little twinge of pain comes through that reminds me YOU ARE A DAMN WOMAN and put me in my place of wincing and wishing plagues of locusts on stuff. I mean, ...
. Read More →Preface: This post was written Sunday night. Unfortunately, I got a case of the super-dee-dooper positivity and had to go douse myself in lighter fluid and have Hubby threaten me with a match until I snapped out of it. I mean, there is positive and there is "who put crack ...
. Read More →Still the same crazy Wendy. That's refreshing. Last night, a couple friends from days past cruised into town for a night, kicking off with wine drinking and ending up at the pub. I was W-e-n-d-y. They were here for me, not because of someone I married. It was my turn to ...
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Haunted on Bourbon Street by Deanna Chase
