Most mornings of the work week, I stop by a mini mart to get my morning Diet Pepsi. Yes, Diet Pepsi in the morning. Why not coffee like the rest of the world? You try working as a barista for a few years and, once the coffee perma-stench is FINALLY ...
. Read More →Two years. I’ve been married for two years. Well, in all fairness, it’s actually two years four days because I’ve been too busy ON VACATION YO to have any serious blog time. My emotions have prettymuch been up in the air so much lately I’m surprised I’m remembering my own ...
. Read More →I think we've reached that point where we're not necessarily sick of one another, but, like any couple who just spent three days attached at the hip, we've run out of things to do. And then, when that got boring, he started sticking his rancid golf-sweaty feet in my face ...
. 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 →Step One: Find sunny, warm day and panting dog that looks like he needs a bath. FOUND! Step Two: Assess level of bathing needs and make recommendation. Some of those spots are actually dirt. Wait, some of that dirt might actually be... Bath highly recommended. Step Three: Get out doggy shampoo out ...
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Haunted on Bourbon Street by Deanna Chase
