My family, I suspect, like most others, does the post-work, pre-dinner dance that goes a little like: What do you want for dinner? I dunno, what are you thinking? [from the sidelines]: Pizza! Nachos! Chocolate! Chicken nuggets! Let’s go to McDonald’s! Swiss Chalet! Montanas! Cookies! Can I have dessert? Will there be extra? NO SWEET… Continue reading what the hell do you want to eat?
Let me begin by saying you don’t have to know me too well to know I love social media. In fact, I kind of live social media: it’s a part of my personal brand and my professional duties at work. My Twitter friends are as important to me as my IRL (in real life) friends, and… Continue reading why y’gotta be like that, dude?
Throwing food is therapeutic. Cleaning up the melty cheese is not.
A year ago, I somehow found myself forking over some $30 to a teenaged cashier at Pets Unlimited while F held a plastic bag containing a fish I knew I would regret even before we left the store. The little red and blue betta, named Fin because my kid is super creative when it comes… Continue reading did you feed the fish?
There’s something about driving in heavy traffic that makes me a little irritable. Some people may even call me a little road-ragey if they could hear me swearing under my breath at the moron who suddenly slowed to make a lefthand turn sans indicator. As a general rule, though, I keep my irritable responses mostly… Continue reading Horny