We’ve now reached the point where I have more fingers on one hand than there are days left of Sister #2 and her family and Walter living six miles away. They leave on Monday and…
Browsing Category There is no five
Anti-Bummers: The Uterus Abides
All the Dots pictured above came out of the same teeny, tiny box of Dots — one of each flavor and no more. It’s like the four-leaf clover of teeny, tiny Dots boxes. And I…
An Acute Case of the Fuck All Y’Alls
Monday afternoon I sat across from my FFJ in a booth at my favorite Thai restaurant. FFJ is going through some serious grown up emotional business but that did stop my self-indulgent keening. At one…
Anti-Bummers: The $5 Flowers Edition
I spent $5 on a giant bouquet of flowers at the teeny, eeny farmer’s market that takes place in the parking lot of the American Legion & now I’m just sitting here typing and smiling…
Anti-Bummers, an idea stolen from Carrie Mesrobian
My friend Carrie does this thing on Twitter when life is working her last nerve and she realizes she’s ceaselessly cranky and needs some help gaining perspective. She lists things that are Anti-Bummers. I’m having…