THIS FAT OLD LADY’S SWEET BOOBIES

No matter how careful I am at breakfast, if I am eating pancakes or French toast or anything that I put syrup on, I can count on having a drip or two down my front. Like anybody, I sometimes have drips on my shirt front, but I always get syrup drips. I like syrup, but…

SORRY, I GOT NOTHING

Seriously. It’s been a quiet rainy day. Went to a nice party. Tried to blog about farts, and just couldn’t. If you’re not inspired by farts, it’s time to go to bed. See you tomorrow.

THEY DON’T KNOW THIS FAT OLD LADY

We are all bombarded with the message that everything we do on the internet is tracked and used so that we can be targeted for products that will meet our specific needs. I can live with that. I am sure there are many products of which I am totally unaware that could make my life…

THE FAT OLD LADY GOES SHOPPING

Today, I decided to do the grocery shopping on my way home from work. After being stuck in rotten traffic and witnessing all kinds of ass-holery on the roads, I was face-to-face with the realization that the same people I was just swearing at (loudly) in my car, are the same people I am now…

YOU CAN RUN BUT YOU CAN’T HIDE

Today was the kind of day that reminds me why I stopped being a legal secretary / paralegal and opted for the less stressful (and not as well compensated) job of word processor (working from home, part time). As you may remember, I am currently covering a desk in the office for a secretary who…

A BLUSTERY DAY

I’m driving to work this morning (along with just about everyone else in the greater San Jose area from the looks of traffic). By the way, not a great day for driving because it is cold, rainy and windy. Californians tend to get behind the wheel on anything other than a perfect day and lose…

FAT OLD LADY vs SMART PHONES

I am considering buying a “smart” phone. I am not sure I am qualified, because this is really making me feel stupid. On the other hand, maybe I need a smart phone to look after my fat old ass. My current phone is a flip Kyocera. Sad, I know. You don’t know how long it…