Three a.m. wake-up is not unusual. Middle-of-the-night wake-up to worry is frequent. Worry over work, the future, the world, what to wear tomorrow, and whether I locked the door fills the brain. Do I get up to check? Of course not. The alligator under the bed might get me. This particular night is different. A… Continue reading The Wrath of Amoxicillin…
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Cheers Ladies…
Last Saturday I got home at two-thirty a.m. Was it due to dancing, the country dive bar, or perhaps a gentleman? Nope. It was the chicks. Construction Girl had a birthday of some note so the ladies gathered. Ages range from young thirties to well above that. Politics, business, the world in general, marriages, divorces,… Continue reading Cheers Ladies…
Dating. Why?…
When I was with the Woo-Woo Medium, she blurted, "And you don't date, why not?" That nugget was not information I had shared. Perhaps disgust is written all over my face. The topic comes up again in a conversation with work pals. Every once in a while, I can be coerced on a date. Generally,… Continue reading Dating. Why?…
Riding A Horse In The Rose Parade…
Generally, the commentary at the beginning of Love Actually buoys this girl during the holiday season. Haven't seen it? We can't be friends. It goes like this: Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion’s starting to make out that we live… Continue reading Riding A Horse In The Rose Parade…
Woo-Woo Joins the Party…
Spirits, ghosts, apparitions, and messages from beyond--never got mine. The Norwegian does not visit. I've often thought it's because he left things in such a jumble that he doesn't want to deal with what I've got to say. The Chickens say there's evidence all around. And the psychic medium with a psych degree says the… Continue reading Woo-Woo Joins the Party…
She’s Everything You Hoped…
"Under a rock. Where I find all my men." And Ms. Morgan is back. Bravocon squirreled her away until Sunday afternoon. It's our beloved Sonja with LuAnn, Kelly Bensimon--yes, the return of cray-cray, Dorinda, and Kristin Taekman--remember her? She had a nail polish line and a husband on Ashley Madison. Strange choice but okay. It's… Continue reading She’s Everything You Hoped…
There’s More…
Of course, there's more. It's Bravocon. First, a tip. If you are ever forced to park at The Linq, be advised there are three parking garages labeled self-parking. There are no labels one through three, which one might presume with multiple garages. Tuck that nugget away in your Vegas notes. You don't want to be… Continue reading There’s More…
Pure Gossip…
Bravocon is a three-day gossip fest. In the best way possible. It's not the malicious kind--unless you count Teddi Mellencamp having to wear an entry bracelet or her garnering more boos than anyone in Bravo history. People hate this girl. All for being a third-stage clinger? Best guess. It's the safe kind of gossip. They're… Continue reading Pure Gossip…
Hello Danny…
While in Vegas, taking in as many sites as possible is always best; Adele if you recently robbed a bank, The Beatles' Love for your soul, and Danny Pellegrino any chance you can get. Not in the know my doll? It's a Housewives thing, as in the Real ones. Those of us who disengage our… Continue reading Hello Danny…
Late To The Game Again…
Late to the game? Yes. Do I care? No. Until a few weeks ago, I used TikTok only for book recs. Evidently, there are those that venture to the Tok for half-naked dancing men. There is such a thing, and it's almost as bad as being on the receiving end of the pics we keep… Continue reading Late To The Game Again…
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