THIS FAT OLD LADY IS IN HER CURLY PHASE
Yes. It’s natural. No. I don’t know why my fat old lady hair has decided it’s time to have a party on my head.
Yes. It’s natural. No. I don’t know why my fat old lady hair has decided it’s time to have a party on my head.
Our fat cat Berta just keeps ringing up the bills. A couple of days ago, I’m ready to go to bed and Berta is not in her usual place near the hallway (so she can monitor any chance to be fed). Instead, she’s in the kitchen, sitting there. She doesn’t come when I call her. …
After today, I feel like I’m having to do a bunch of jobs someone else is being paid for. First. My primary physician no longer wants to prescribe Anastrozole (a drug for breast cancer survivors that reduces the risk of recurrence). He wants my hematologist / oncologist to take over. Usually, this would make perfect…
Ask my husband and he’ll tell you that I may have a tendency to drive a wee bit faster than I ought to. Okay, I tend to push it to the (speed) limit and then a bit beyond. Today, I enjoyed the benefits of being a fat old WHITE lady. I was late to water…
Snow, snow, snow. Weather app lies to us every fucking day. And we get more snow. And this fat old lady knows how to spend a snowy afternoon in Michigan. With a little help from her furry friends, that is.