Yesterday I was out for a nice, long walk, when I looked across the street and spotted this sign… The apostrophe in “your’s” just about killed me. I actually turned away, shaking my head, then doubled back…
And In The End…
Earlier this month I wrote about saying goodbye to my old Volvo. I told of how the car’s radio, broken for years, had magically sparked to life as I took the old gal out for her last ride. The…
Frustrated
I’m frustrated. Mister and I live in a nice-enough house. We love it. It’s our home. But as nice-enough as it is, as lovely as our neighbors are, we’re still susceptible to suburban woes. Maybe incidents is…
Butthole. For Reals.
When it’s 95 degrees at 7pm, a gal is justified in being less-than-herself. That’s where I find myself as I write this. I had wanted to tell you about some of my summer experiences. I’m hoping heat…
A Break In The Clouds: L.A. Womens March
It started on Thursday. Actually, it started a few weeks ago, when I decided I would make myself a pink(ish) hat to wear to the march. As I sat there, surrounded by yarn and crocheting away, Mister asked…
Thursday Memories
The other day I was out walking and crossed the L.A. River. Now I’ve crossed that section of drainage time and time again, and never noticed the giant pipe spanning the area. When I did see it,…