So I started this week bemoaning the allergy attack that had snot running down my face. No sooner does that ease up, but then my digestive system says, “What about me?  I want some attention! LOTS of attention.” So basically two days spent non-stop on the crapper later, constant threatening noises emenating from my abdomen,…

OMG.  I (finally) got through all three seasons of Manifest.  And yes, I will be watching Season 4 when Netflix offers it.  I have high hopes that Netflix will bring back the same cast but hire new, and much better, writers, because Season 3 must have been written on toilet paper.  It was soooooooo bad. …

Yup.  Spring is in the air in Northern California – and the snot is running down my face. Ugh. Allergies. Of course, first the cold-like symptoms of allergies scare you to death because you (or at least I) immediately think it’s Covid. But as I’ve said before, you don’t get Covid in just one nostril. …

One of my “words to live by” phrases (besides “Don’t tie your cows to the bleachers”) is: I don’t like everybody, so why would I think everybody should like me? I don’t and I don’t.  This is why I’m okay when certain people do not seem drawn to the fucking ray of sunshine and effervescence…

Okay. I don’t know how it ended up on my Netflix list, but I started watching Manifest. The show is a direct rip of The 4400 – only nowhere near as good. (I’m talking about the original 4400 – I’ve only saw a couple episodes of the reboot and wasn’t impressed.)  A plane from Jamaica…

Working from home saves some people from near death experiences.  And by some people, I mean attorneys. Okay, attorney. One attorney … for now. We have a case getting ready for trial.  You’d be surprised how seldom this actually happens.  It takes literally years for the most straightforward cases to get to trial; and cases that…

When I was in high school.  I wrote a “play”.  It was about people I was going to school with – a day in the life – and I basically took the characteristics of these people and exaggerated them to the point of ridicule.  (And I didn’t spare myself either.)  I even put it on…

Help. I’m baking and I can’t stop. Okay. That’s a lie.  I can stop and I’m probably about to – at least for a while, because we are up to our respective tits (mine set a much lower bar than my husband’s) in left over baked goods.  We have a part of a poor man’s…

I am so happy that when I open a new tab on Google, one of the 8 “frequent” sites offered is no longer my HMO!  That means I’ve been healthy enough, long enough that I’m not having to use that site often enough for it to show as a “favorite” – (something, I assure you,…

I had an appointment with my gynecologist today. (If that hasn’t scared you off, feel free to keep reading.  Otherwise, I totally understand.) I have a bump.  The bump is on the inside of the left labium majus (I was this many days old when I learned the singular for labia majora – live and…