I’m so ashamed of myself. I’ve spent an entire lifetime pestering you, begging for pricey gifts and favors. Gimme, gimme, gimme; take, take, take. And what have I done for you? Bupkis. Not even a measly plate of cookies. I should be ashamed, dammit. Please. Let me make it up to you. This year, let me do … Continue reading dear mr. santa, sir
The holidays are kaput. It’s back to grim reality and those wretched forty-hour workweeks. How will we survive without the glorious four-day weekends we’ve enjoyed? We can’t be expected to sustain ourselves through the cold, bleak months ahead without inducements. We're not magicians. We need the distraction of festive parties and expensive gifts and paid … Continue reading my condolences
Aren’t these supposed to be the sweltering, muggy dog days of summer? Shouldn’t we be sprawled on porches, stuck to our chairs, sweating like beer bottles? You bet, but the last time I checked it was 66º, which is a far cry from sweltering. I’d call it bracing, bordering on brisk. Seriously, are you wilting … Continue reading this is august?