I’m still spending way too much time online, surfing the dregs of the Interwebz, and finding some seriously disturbing things…but at least I’m getting paid for it, right? Last night my dreams were a terrifying mashup of I Can Has Cheezburger and freaky German shot-in-a-bunker porn (no link for you – I have standards). Suffice it [...]
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Today I’m hosting my sad little Hoboken Thanksgiving for the handful of orphans I was able to round up. Rocco has yet again banished me from the kitchen. Sure I managed to ruin three cutting boards and break the lemon press, but we’re up three blisters and two new scars. By my math we’re ahead! Good thing [...] I might have to add a monthly feature here on your favorite BugginBlog. I have this worry though, you see. Sometimes my sense of humor can be a little…off (or so I’m told). The things that make me snarf and accidentally inhale ranch dressing into my nose might not have the same effect on the average [...] I think it’s safe to say I would fall soundly under the umbrella of marketing whore. No arguments? Didn’t think so. In an effort to get some more traffic to what is clearly YOUR favorite blog on the entire internet, I’ve been dedicating a few hours a day to researching other promotion vehicles. The tool of the [...] Ugly Josie Todd and Meg have one of the ugliest kitties I’ve ever seen. Even they admit that she’s one ugly kitty. Their reasons for picking Josie were two fold. One, no one else would. All the people that walked through the shelter giggled and turned up their noses when they took a gander at this girl. Meg felt plain old fashioned [...] Rocco (paying far more attention to his phone than the road): Goddamnit! Me: What? Rocco: Joe keeps updating his status with the score of the soccer game. Me: And you don’t want to know who’s winning? Rocco: I’m taping it at home. He’s ruining it for me. Me: You watch baseball games where you already know who wins all the time. [...] I am one worn out girl. The good news is my little chemo brain seems to be working well enough to handle all the house drama. The bad news is that seems to be all I can handle. I’m managing to juggle the faxing, the negotiating, the calling, the depositing, the inspecting, the placating, the sobbing, the [...] |
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