A few weeks back Rand and I were having a conversation with our friend Rob, who happens to be from England. The exchange went something like this: Rob: Bob’s your uncle! Codswallup! Bangers and mash! BLAH BLAH BLAH HOGWARTS. Me: I have no idea what you’re talking about. Speak American, please. Rob: Ahem … Did…
Upon hearing about the Jet Blue fiasco of this week, I instantly began frothing at the mouth, as I usually do when travel-related Dick Moves! happen, and I have fodder for my blog. I’ve since wiped away the foam from my chin, but have maintained a healthy state of righteous indignation. Dick Move, Jet Blue…
–I didn’t realize you could just walk into a drugstore and find them next to the panty shields. – – Taken at Rite-Aid, Portland, OR.
Rand and I were wandering around in L.A. last week (did I mention that nobody walks in L.A.? It’s because nothing is close by) looking for decent food near Venice Beach. We did not find any. Instead, we ate at a restaurant so bad, that the vast majority of the food was left on the…
Rand and I drove down to Portland a few weeks ago for his birthday. It’s a drive we do often, and one that’s so familiar to me, one that so rarely changes, even our jokes have become recycled. And believe me, the jokes are terrible. When we pass the exit labeled “Toledo / Vader” it…
I recently asked my husband what my site was lacking, and his response was infographs. Lucky for you, I don’t really know what those are so instead, I drew pictures of hamsters. Unfortunately, I drew it on the back of some crappy scrap paper left over from a job I had, like, four years ago…
I’ve noted before on the blog how strange my upbringing in Florida strikes me sometimes. Compared to Seattle, it is a radically different place: flatter, more conservative, and somehow weirder. I remember being devastated when we moved away in the middle of my freshman year of high school (this will remain a sore spot in…
Many years ago, I was friends with a girl who, despite being abrasive and a bit mean, had a wonderful way of explaining things. She was telling me why she felt that she could never be friends with any of her ex-boyfriends. “At some point, I will look at him and think: Hee-hee. I saw…
Please, Please do not read this post at work. Or around children. Or your mom. The photos included are most certainly Not Safe For Work, and don’t want to receive an email lecturing me about not having warned you. Because I just did. – Dear Friends; Despite my incredibly foul mouth, my godless behavior, and…
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