As shared on Facebook the other day: “Fascinating new low: putting coffee in the the cupboard, shutting the door, and looking for the reheat button.” Yes, that’s right, kids. And no, I’ve got no chemical scapegoat these days on which to blame my haplessness. Just a bad night’s sleep followed by a morning spent looking on the floor for my soul so that I could try to put it back.. Read More
Incendiary dreams come true
When I was little, I remember hearing about prime time tales of microwave murder. Small animals and babies were the quick-shock stories, while the slow-death of “standing too close” to the buzzing magic machine were more cautionary for those of us with the “watched pot never boils” syndrome. Even so, we were willing to wait and gain tumors, so long as that “never” held the sweet promise of a majestically.. Read More