Wednesday Humor
I’m currently pretending to be a starving artist. It’s going really well.
I’m currently pretending to be a starving artist. It’s going really well.
As many of you who know me in real life are aware, my mother had surgery in September. She leads an active lifestyle and her hip was slowing her down to a crawl, so she chose to have hip replacement surgery. After about a month of physical rehabilitation, she was once again back home with
A wonderful friend of mine is undertaking the unenviable task of redecorating my apartment. This is extremely brave of her for a multitude of reasons (and I’m not just saying that because she had to sit down and put her head by her knees after being overwhelmed by the enormity of it all). She may
Take a look at how you relate to the world around you for a moment. Think about how you cope with your daily life. You seem pretty well-adjusted, don’t you? You aren’t in prison. You don’t have an account with the local drug lord. You and your friends have mutual non-aggression pacts in place, and
Have you ever noticed that stores tend to put the lingerie department right next to the baby clothes? It’s hard not to take that as a warning.
Remember this? http://datingandothermyths.com/2007/12/29/new-years-eve/ Still true. I do have higher hopes for this New Year’s Eve… or at least I hope there is less tear gas. That doesn’t seem like a lot to ask, right? Who am I kidding– I’ll bring the mask with me just in case. What’s your best/worst NYE story?
You know me– I love reading debut novels. Naturally, when I was approached to read Linda Joffe Hull’s debut novel, The Big Bang, I didn’t hesitate. If you like well-written neighborhood intrigue, this book could be for you. I grew up in suburbia. I’m well-versed in the seemingly Machiavellian subplots that wind themselves through idyllic-looking
Apparently, the Japanese are very into cuddling. I had no idea. They already had cuddle cafes, and now they have a dispatch service that will send a handsome young man to your home to lay in bed with you for a night. It’s not a sexual thing. It’s a human contact thing.
When I was first approached about reading Rebooting in Beverly Hills by Marcy Miller I wasn’t quite sure what I’d find. Was it a dating guide? Was it a novel? Was it self-help? I wasn’t sure, but since I could relate to a degree to the notion of having to start over after a certain