Oh dolls, what has the world become? Wrote an article for the paper called, Sex and the Smartphone detailing a recent survey in which women profess they would give up sex for a month before they would sacrifice their smartphones for the same thirty days. Dahlings--tell me it isn't so. Good news is, my editors… Continue reading Sex or Smartphone? Clue? Pick Sex…
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Tea and A Cookie May Not Help…
It is a fact that tea and a cookie, and sometimes a bath, heals all. Perhaps not. I've been writing for an online newspaper for a few weeks. This proves to be both good and bad. My publisher last week labeled me a gladiator after production of an inordinate number of stories in a day.… Continue reading Tea and A Cookie May Not Help…
‘Tis the Season…
'Tis the season for eating like a bear just out of hibernation and adding peppermint to every cocktail. Yay! The clearest indicator of the holidays' arrival is this girl's borderline obesity and rehab-ready alcohol consumption. The halls are only partially decked. Only two gifts are purchased and I'd rather write about it than actually go… Continue reading ‘Tis the Season…
It’s All About the Shoes Dahling…
The Huffington Post ran an interesting little piece titled, "23 Trends Guys Hate and Women Love." Excuse me? Have men forgotten that unless they are gay or a designer or a gay designer, they have diddly squat to say concerning what women wear? Did these gentlemen forget their place? Evidently it slipped their minds that… Continue reading It’s All About the Shoes Dahling…
Hagatha and The Headhunter
Some free time last week is spent with a recruiter--an employment recruiter. Very interesting. She wants to "tease out" my talents, goals, preferred income level and perfect job situation. Somehow, none, none, millions and write all day do not seem like correct responses so I supply answers of a more palpable variety. She is very… Continue reading Hagatha and The Headhunter
Go Away Karma…You’re Drunk
My next adventure is a new apartment, condo or town home. I want to pay less in rent. My landlord wants to raise the rent. Seems we are at an impasse: I have an under inflated sense of the value of my rental home and she has an over inflated sense of its value. She,… Continue reading Go Away Karma…You’re Drunk
From Ass Camo to Polyester Suits…Wear This, Not That
Got a call from Middle Chicken and Law School Fashionista. The pair fascinates me with their soul sister finishing each other's sentences and united opinions on things large and small. The reason for the call was fairly serious business involving important law school matters I swear will stay in the vault. So, basically, I can't… Continue reading From Ass Camo to Polyester Suits…Wear This, Not That
A Clown With a Knife is the Only Reason to Run…
The fight with my ass is never ending. At the moment I am winning. I am dieting. My ass left me no choice. My beloved sheath dresses are so stretched across the backside, wearing of such is an embarrassment. Even a strappy sandal with an ankle cuff can no longer divert attention and save the… Continue reading A Clown With a Knife is the Only Reason to Run…
Biscuits, Gravy and Bama Can Save Your Life…
A little teeny part of my heart opened a smidge this weekend thanks to a group of young people, the hospitality of the South and some damm fine biscuits and gravy. Widows are skittish. The world is frightening. People are scary in ways they never were before. There is no bigger hit to confidence. The… Continue reading Biscuits, Gravy and Bama Can Save Your Life…
Rules for Marriage? Ask Someone In Love With a Dead Guy…
My talent for detail as to the lives of reality housewives is rarely appreciated. That is until a young one, Middle Chicken friend, alerts me there is reality housewife news I must see if I wish to live to snark another day. Background on this little one: Amazeballs fashionista girl rocking law school. She's known… Continue reading Rules for Marriage? Ask Someone In Love With a Dead Guy…
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