A week spent amongst Chickens is always good for the soul. A holiday week spent with Chickens in a brand new home and a first Thanksgiving dinner is a treasure. It's Middle Chicken and Lawyer Boy's new home and their first holiday in it. Le Sigh. Alas, Oldest Chicken and Baby Pea are on their… Continue reading Sunday Scaries…
Category: television
The Netflix Whisperer…
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…
Smart Crush…
Does anyone else have a little crush on Dr. Fauci? Smart guys are my kryptonite. Deduce the origins of time or wax poetic on the combustion engine and the financial markets and I feel all tingly. In high school, my mother told her friend that my boyfriend was not very attractive. Ah, but he was… Continue reading Smart Crush…
Lazy Takes On A New Level…
I have been known to wrangle the remote with whatever is nearby. My first and second toe have amazing grasping ability. I turn my couch cushions every week to fool visitors into thinking there's not a permanent butt indention. Lazy has never had anything on me. My spirit animal is the sloth. If I could… Continue reading Lazy Takes On A New Level…
Take Me Back to Table Dancing…
Still at home laughing at my own jokes and asking the cat what he'd like for lunch. I want to go back to work. It's not that I haven't been working--I've been working from home making the daily decision on makeup application, which in turn determines whether Zoom calls feature audio and video or just… Continue reading Take Me Back to Table Dancing…
Corona Lessons…
Admit you've learned some things during this national stay-at-home exercise. You probably know more about your spouse than you thought possible, non? The sweetest of Duchess Dolls recently asked if anyone had a voodoo doll. Those living solo are faced with the dreaded self reflection given the silence. Generally, we get up before the sun,… Continue reading Corona Lessons…
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…
Get A Job…
In the UK, some chick is getting paid to drink champagne and eat cake. No lie. She, I'm assuming it's a she, goes to wedding fairs to try the champagne and cake. For her efforts, she's rewarded 50 Euro an hour. In American moola, that's $56.90 an hour or $113,800 a year. To cocktail. No… Continue reading Get A Job…
Becoming A Dude…
I'm becoming a dude. I have a cold. I may be dying. It really is just sniffles, sore throat and aches. Standard cold stuff. My brain signals death is eminent. And then it hits me. In my old age, I'm becoming a dude. You might be too. Think about it. Ten, not to mention twenty,… Continue reading Becoming A Dude…
Buy A Boat Boys…
This week in history marks fifteen years since The Notebook was released in theaters, documenting the moment Noah ruined love for all men. Not because they had to watch the movie but because they could never, ever measure up. Need proof? Boys, answer the following: Have you built a house with your bare hands, just… Continue reading Buy A Boat Boys…
