I’ve been watching the Olympics pretty much non-stop since we got back from the woods. I love the Olympics. I’m not even sure I know why. It’s not simply that I love sports. I don’t. I like some sports. But even the sports I like, I hardly…
Someone found my blog by Googling “edgar allan poe was cute.” You and I need to be friends.
Thanks to The (award-winning) Bloggess (who you should be reading) for this award. Thank you all for voting for me. Oh? You didn’t? What about this one? Fine. I gave them to myself with The Bloggess’s permission. I deserve them, yo.
Meet: Miss Molly, otherwise known as “Pants.” She’s currently breaking some rules that were set specifically for her. Also, she doesn’t like humans.
To follow up on my last post, I didn’t get any reading time that Sunday, as I’d planned. No. No, I had to sort through piles of receipts looking for writing expenses. There’s no way to make that sound sexy, except that I did find a receipt…
Yeah, new layout. Am I sick of the two feet of snow outside? How could you tell?
I’m going to need one of these. I don’t like baseball, but I sure do like writerly stuff.
Update. My new car is FIONA. Greg doesn’t like it; he insists on calling her Flanders. But we know whose car this is, right? Right. Fiona. Purr. So I’m cleaning the house and getting angrier by the minute. I’m hardly in this house anymore and it’s a…
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