I fought the lawn… and the lawn won
This was my first exposure to Adrien Brody. Hubba, hubba! Lordy, if this isn’t the Perfect Kiss Picture I don’t know what is. The only other movie I’ve ever seen Brody in was The Village, where he didn’t exactly play a sexy character, but that liplock with Halle Berry was enough to convince me to …
Sorry. A couple of reasons: We’ll be working on taxes all weekend. (This is what you call procrastination.) I haven’t read anybody’s blogs this week anyway. 🙁 I’m thinking of doing away with Super Sabado, anyway. Hubby doesn’t get it, which makes me wonder if anyone else does! And I’m not sure anyone reads it, …
Today’s Super Sabado will be my last. I’m shutting down Ballpoint Wren. Please, please! Don’t cry. You’re making the chips all soggy. I have a new calling: political punditry. Yes, I know, I know… what took me so long? The world has been crying out for someone with my dry wit, my intelligence, and my …
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Another fine morning spent at CyberBrew Coffee, only I’m stuck with green tea today. The better to boost my metabolism, reduce cortisol levels, and eliminate all pleasure in my life. Thank goodness I still have my Super Sabado this afternoon. I haven’t yet read anything substantive tying Margaritas to higher cortisol levels, though, so let’s …
I dream of cutting and splicing. Of scoring each scene to to such perfection that viewers will weep. Of casually mentioning my latest creation to the Avon lady and hearing her say, “Oh, let me watch it, please?” I need an intervention. In the meantime, only my devotion to Super Sabado has dragged me out …
It never rains in southern California, so when it hails we all go insane. Yesterday some Real Weather came to San Diego. Not only were most of us taken by surprise, but so was my van, which lost its alternator in the middle of rush hour. I saw ever so many fingers yesterday! One alternator …
You’d think I’d be happily plugging away on my Super Sabado, safely enfolded within the friendly arms of CyberBrew Coffee, but no, I am unsettled and forlorn, as I’ve lost my pocketbook, the new one I got to replace the one Mojo ate. Tiger lent me money for coffee, bless his little 15% per annum …
Woo hoo! Today is a really HAPPY Super Sabado, thanks to the most MAGNIFICENT PLACE IN THE WORLD: CyberBrew Coffee! No more must I guiltily drive around on Saturday mornings while Tiger does his morning swim practice, guiltily looking for an unsecured wireless internet connection where I might guiltily park close enough to guiltily download …
Today’s Super Sabado is going to be a real quickie. No margaritas for me… I’ve got to drive in a little bit. Okay, maybe a few chips. Oooh, is that a quesadilla? Spread some guac on it for me, will you? I’ll take it to go!
In honor of the impending Valentine’s Day, today’s Super Sabado is about amor, amour, amore, liebe, ?, ??, and ?. (Don’t you just love the Google Translator?) But first, a correction: I made a boo boo. Baby Grouchypants is, indeed, a girl, and not a boy. My boy-centric life took over on that one. So …
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