Seems The Duchess has a new moniker, Netflix Whisperer. Admittedly, no one is more in the know. The Goddess and I venture to a birthday celebration. Of course, we wore our masks. Pfft. During dinner, The Goddess, always bright, cheerful and beautiful, leans over and says, "Whatcha watching?" as if my Netfix goods are of… Continue reading The Netflix Whisperer…
Category: politics
Where Are My Cancer Girls?…
I didn't realize until Dear Goddess sent over a text. "Five years today." The pic of yellow balloons, friends and smiles signals five years ago as the final day of radiation. Where are my cancer girls? I felt your stomachs tighten. The magical mark may arrive, but there is still a whiff of terror at… Continue reading Where Are My Cancer Girls?…
The King of All Things…
Tiger King. Even those with superior Netflix skills, who believe we've seen everything, were unprepared. Lovers of documentaries? There is none better. Dolls with a love for murder mystery? Check, check and check. Even Oldest Chicken, who believes nothing and takes skepticism to a new level, sent a simple text. "That chick totally fed her… Continue reading The King of All Things…
Thoughts From The Shower…
Reddit, that arbiter of all things Internet has a sub called, "Shower Thoughts." As a bath girl my first reaction was, "Who knew?" Not that I've never had profound hit me in the face in the shower, I've just never thought to collect them. And most of the time, they involve published books so there's… Continue reading Thoughts From The Shower…
Toda Raba…
Chrismukkah came and went. As did the New Year with its festivity and promises. Resolutions? Gave them up for the New Year. Instead, I promise to be a better human both to myself and others. Take more baths of varying scents and expand the shoe collection. Oh, and dance on a few tables before I… Continue reading Toda Raba…
Eat Pizza and Annoy Men…
For some reason this little tidbit, circulating for a while, only just hit my desk. Biological chickens of the female variety have a private Instagram called, "Gals," in which we exchange interesting fare we find searching about when we're supposed to be working. Calm down bosses, it's brain food. Yesterday, Middle Chicken sends a photo… Continue reading Eat Pizza and Annoy Men…
Ever Been Lonely?…Meet Eleanor
"I knew what was happening. It was the unscarred piece of my heart. It was just big enough to let in a bit of affection. There was still a tiny bit of room left." This bit of prose induced a single tear to fall to the sheet below my face. It had been hours, propped… Continue reading Ever Been Lonely?…Meet Eleanor
Anna And The Queen…
One of The Dolls casually drops a bomb, "Saw Anna Wintour at the Australian Open and padded shoulders are back in." You know that sound DJ's make when they move the vinyl back and forth? My brain did that. A fervent search for Anna and spring runway shows reveals it's possible. There are shoulder pads… Continue reading Anna And The Queen…
The 7 Days of Giving…
Yes, there's the 12 Days of Christmas but I've started too late. Had to tend to an Engagement Party for Middle Chicken. She's finally marrying Lawyer Boy. Yay, right? So instead of 12 days of gold rings, dancing ladies and swans doing whatever, we're launching into 7 Days of Giving. Mostly 'cuz I'm swamped with… Continue reading The 7 Days of Giving…
Lessons From Claire…
Did you shed tears at the demise of Frank Underwood or revel that Claire rules the world? A bleary-eyed weekend filled with a House of Cards marathon and a Bama win over LSU, makes for some insights. As for Bama: All that hand-wringing over LSU proved unwarranted. On the one hand, Phew! On the other--anyone… Continue reading Lessons From Claire…
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