I Made a Fashion Faux Pax

I could utter this blog post title every day of my life when I get dressed. My fashion style has been often been described as “homeless chic.” I think I’m the only person in the world to make Steve Bannon appear to have fashion sense. It should come as no surprise when I explain to you that my latest fashion purchase appears to be a huge mistake.

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Time For Me To Cry

Is there anything sadder than this picture?

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Free Jimmy!

I swam 1/3 of a mile yesterday …

in 71 degree F water …

on a cloudy, windy day …

in this …

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Once again, my family saved me from being a big, pathetic loser

I should revise that title to “Once again, my family saved me from appearing to be a big, pathetic loser.” I don’t want to underestimate my ability to actually be a big, pathetic loser, but at least last night I did not appear to be one thanks to my family.

I had planned to see another concert last night.

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Shirt of Shame

I wore my Shirt of Shame for the first time in two years. Here’s a look at it …

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Flirtin’ With Disaster

Does anyone remember the Molly Hatchet song by that title? No, neither do I, except for the title. That’s a good song title. That’s what I was doing last night on my way out to dinner with friends.

On my drive to dinner that should have taken 45 minutes, but took over an hour, I was stopped by a train, encountered construction delays, and had to take a detour due to road closure. OK, so those are not really disasters, but once I got past them, there was impending disaster headed right at me as I was waiting stopped at a stoplight.

I could see it coming towards me from the driver’s side. I didn’t have much time to react, but even if I had, my sloth-like reflexes would have been over-matched. There was no way I was avoiding this disaster. I was going to be hit.

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Can I Take Your Direct Order?

Do you get telemarketing calls that begin with “Stop what you are doing?” They are trying to get our attention with that direct order. I get them all the time. Having been married so long, I have extensive experience following direct orders like that and I absolutely, positively follow their directions every single time I get that call.

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One of These Nights …

I’ve had a weird series of nights recently that have left me befuddled and very suspicious of nightfall.

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