Why You Trippin?
A friend I barely hear from is suddenly blowing up my phone about a holiday visit. I'm less than enthused about meeting the significant other. I'm hoping I can keep the fake face to a minimum.
Going Out By Myself
The preview line was two hours long so I went to the dine-in theater alone instead. No schedule coordination, no whining afterward. Going out by myself has its advantages.
You’re In My Spot
A Sheldon-level meltdown over a stolen classroom seat, plus the parking spot rage waiting for me back at the apartment.
No Shit Sherlock Award
Today's recipient of the No Shit, Sherlock award. They are awarded for Excellence in Detecting the Obvious...
Grab Your Emotional Baggage – It’s Time for a Guilt Trip!
My son asked why I don't cook at home anymore. I had three hypotheses: post-divorce rebellion, depression, or all of the above. Pack your emotional baggage it's time for a guilt trip. Let's go!
