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There is nothing more ridiculous than a pregnant lady trying to hold a ukulele. So you’re welcome. Again. Be warned, this is a long one. I just didn’t have the heart to cut a verse out because the words are just lovely. Plus they’re from NC. The band that is. I guess the verses are too, then. [...]  My grandpa died yesterday afternoon – a nice, quiet, painless death at the age of 88. Now his body will go to Duke where they can collect what they need, then he’ll be transported back to Marion, NC where he can join his wives. I don’t usually do re-posts, but today it just seems appropriate. I wrote [...]  If I ever win a Tony, I sure do hope it’s a year when NPH is hosting. I’ve already planned my acceptance. First, I’ll lick my award – Paula Deen style, y’all. Then, I’ll forgo a formal acceptance speech and dedicate my window of time to presenting a clear, concise (possibly bulleted and with full illustrations) [...] So long story short, suddenly I have to have the entire apartment packed up by Tuesday. As a result, I spent large chunks of yesterday dumpster diving for boxes. In other news, I’m a little pungent. But the moral of the story is, just ignore all the boxes and the ridiculously tall bed behind me. Also, [...] This morning I awoke to the sweet dulcet tones of Mildred wailing as she tried to claw her way out of the water bowl she’d somehow fallen into around 6am. Seriously. I’m starting to wonder if managed to find a kitten even dumber than Lucy. Thanks for all the sweet comments and notes yesterday, Interwebz. I didn’t [...] Generally speaking, I don’t give a rat’s ass about sport stuff. For example, I know that there are two football teams up here that both play in New Jersey, but I really couldn’t say for certain if they’re both NY teams. I’m pretty sure the Jets are NY. I can’t remember what the other one is [...] Bad news. I’ve been racking my brain for days (ok really only the past 30 minutes or so when I realized what today is) for some witty and creative April Fool’s prank for today’s post. I’ve got nothing. I am devoid of funny. I can’t decide if I should blame chemo brain, allergies, or Rod Stewart. Even [...] A bazillion years ago, I dated a patchouli smelling, guitar playing, ponytail wearing hippie I’ll call Ryan. He was working his way through a double major in music and religion when we started dating. (Look, I went to a Quaker liberal arts college in the nineties. What else did you expect?) He was also a [...] My favorite voicemail, which I just can’t bring myself to delete, is from my mom. There’s no greeting, no introduction, no pleasantries, just one sentence: “Just wanted to tell you it’s fucking snowing here.” Sing it, sistah. Someone please tell me that it’s not really still snowing. Tell me that all the white shit in the [...] |
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