“If they’re not sitting on my face, they’re talking to the lips.”
~Moi.~
Okay folks, get your heads out of the gutter. I was referring to my Juicy Couture sunglasses that are stored in the big, pink lipped case.
September 3, 2007“If they’re not sitting on my face, they’re talking to the lips.”
~Moi.~
Okay folks, get your heads out of the gutter. I was referring to my Juicy Couture sunglasses that are stored in the big, pink lipped case.
September 3, 2007As I was out shopping recently, I was reminded of an incident from a couple of years ago involving my son, Nick.
One morning, as I was preparing to get ready to go to work, I reached into the cabinet to pull out a coffee cup only to be met with an avalanche of plastic bowls [...]
February 18, 2007It’s cold. It’s damned cold!
A Noreaster blew through here the other day. Fortunately, we only got the outskirts of the storm - artic cold, high winds, freezing rain and light snow. It made for hazardous driving, and some nasty looking salt-caked vehicles.
Driving around proved difficult because I couldn’t hardly see out the windshield. The [...]
December 12, 2006The Year is 1992. It’s late fall - around November, and I’m standing out on our third floor balcony with Gary smoking a cigarette. It’s cold - but not too terribly, so I don’t have on a jacket. In hindsight, it probably would’ve been a very good idea.