My boyfriend dared me to take this book on vacation with us. I always except a dare. Even if it involves Comrade Obama. Our first night of camping I was tempted to leave this book on our 45th president in the porta potty where it belongs but then I reconsidered and thought how fun to …
Month: July 2016
My boyfriend calls me his little chipmunk. This is not normally a complement. It’s normally something he says when I’m in the middle of cleaning the house, shaving the cats, making three types of salad dressing at the same time and also roasting some vegetables or possibly making home made cat food. ( Because besides …
Highway 395 may be a huge pain in the butt on the weekends but once you get past the ghetto of ugly Victorville about two hours up this lonesome highway you hit the tiny town of Lone Pine. (A town, which interestingly enough only has two bars, or eh, saloons as we would call them in …
Nothing says God bless America like smacking a Donald Trump piñata until candy bleeds out of his ass. Should I feel bad for encouraging children to beat our future piñata shaped president with a baseball bat? When I was ten-year old I don’t really remember elections but I do remember my hippie parents not liking George …
This moment captured it best; the moment in time when I stood out at my job. As these two fine young gentlemen in seersucker suits cheered home another winner a giant smile was plastered on my face. Because I love my job. I worked for a company that beat me down for fifteen years. I …