I fought the lawn… and the lawn won
It seems to me that the worst thing about PMS is that you’re suddenly considered incapable of rational thought. I mean, you make a logical and reasonable observation about how NOBODY ever bothers to rinse off their plates, much less put said plates into the dishwasher, and how you’d probably fall over dead from SHOCK …
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Today’s Super Sabado is an unusually happy one, because when I hit the message machine PLAY button this morning, I heard something that seemed to have been delivered by a choir of angels in a heavenly chorus: “Your camera lens has been repaired and is ready for pickup, oooh wahhhh…” I broke all speed records …
A guy walked up to me and my laptop and asked me if there was wireless available in the bookstore. A simple “yes” or “no” answer would suffice for normal people, but as anybody who knows me will tell you, I’m not normal. I love to offer my assistance, especially in bookstores. I’m one of …
Looks like yesterday’s Super Sabado is gonna be today’s Super Domingo, because Hubby and I were invited to a swanky evening out last night called the Interfaith New Gala 2006, and we didn’t get home until 1 am! Normally I turn into a pumpkin and roll into bed at 8:30, but not last night. Nope. …
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It’s happened. I didn’t make Bonnie Wren’s Super Sabado last weekend. Was I not funny enough? Was I not pithy enough? Are my posts dull? My prose lackluster? Should I have been perkier? Less perky? More meaningful? Less dense? One Italian Guilt Bomb, courtesy of M.G. Tarquini You see, this is what happens when I …
It’s that time of year again. HUBBY: (thwack!) Look at all of them! There must be…. one-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight-nine-TEN! TEN FLIES! (thwack!) HA! Now there are only nine! Hubby got an electric fly swatter for his birthday last year, but recently confirmed that all it does is give a fly a temporary buzz. Who knew? So he …
It doesn’t show it on the weather forecast, but sometime during the night the temperature dropped… and then it RAINED! And yes, yes—that was BONNIE out there in the cul-de-sac this morning, running up and down the asphalt, dancing and singing in her pyjamas… BONNIE: I’m SING-ing in the RAIN… I’m SING-ing in the RAIN! …
I don’t ever remember a coastal north county San Diego summer being so consistently hot and muggy as this one has been. Sure, there are always two or three weeks in August that are tough, but the rest of the year is temperate in comparison to places like like Dallas, or St. Louis, or Boston, …
It’s Super Sabado! Whoopee! The first Super Sabado in weeks that I don’t have a snack bar hatchet of doom hanging over my pretty little head, either, so let’s par-tay! We need… Mariachis! Except I’d rather have my mariachis looking a little more like this… Whoops… where’d the upper half of him go??? That’s better. …
I came down with the same cold that’s been going around the swim team, so I figure that had something to do with yesterday’s little pity party. Time for some serious medicinals! Like… Margaritas! All that salt and sugar and tequila… why, it’s ever so good for you. Feed a fever, drown a cold in …