This is not a story about covid. This is a story about when I decided to adopt a dog while recovering from covid. You get to decide which has been more stressful. I thought a dog would mean unconditional love and cuddling and yes, an occasional poop in the living room. And also sometimes he would go to the bathroom in the house. But I think I actually got catfished by the dog formerly known as, “Inmate Number 799.”Read More The Smell Of Farts And Desperation
You know how people say when someone starts day-drinking, it’s a red flag for depression. My version of that has been, day watching. Lately, you can find me mid-day, binge-watching old episodes of Star Trek while eating burnt home-made cookies.Read More Aim For The Middle
You know you’re in for a good toilet experience when you sit on a device solely dedicated to making your bottom feel happy. With cleaning options like, “Let’s Pretend This Never Happened”, I knew something special was about to occur.Read More God Is Classy
Have I become one of those people who always has to be funny? Because I hate those people. You know, the ones at parties who use air quotes. And all you can think is “Give it a rest Seinfeld, just let me eat my cheese plate in peace.”Read More Funny People Are The Worst
After driving in half an hour of traffic we arrived at what looked like an abandoned vet clinic and/or mineshaft. Two giant stone doors opened to reveal an enclosed cement “play area”. This would end up being the location of eighty percent of our camp activities. City camp, it turns out is really just like waiting in line at the DMV. Everyone around you is stuck being there, so you inevitably bond, but no one really wants to be there longer than they have to.Read More Camp Fun N’ Stuff
Taking a long hard swig of my insult wine, I promptly left the store looking like the Joker had just done my lipstick.Window shopping drunk is, it turns out, a real thing. And I was definitely now a member of that sad little club.Read More Wait, What Did You Call Me?
Like a sleep-deprived game show contestant on a timer, I thought buying a box of grape Kool-Aid seemed like a good idea. So did buying a two-pound bag of Twizzlers. The earthquake probably wouldn’t kill me, but diabetes might.Read More In Case Of Emergency