Wait. I wrote that wrong. What I meant to write was Kiss My A$$ Covid. Seriously, I’m over it. Done. I want to tag out. “You don’t always...

I was in the kitchen working on a kick-ass post about some issues I am having with Little Man possessing a cell phone, when I heard a...

Not really boring, per se. Maybe routine is the word I am looking for. Hmm, now that I think of it getting a wicked sunburn while hanging...

It’s their favorite, don’t you know, the path that meanders through the thorns, burs, and brambles, the one full of ticks and chiggers,...

No, this is not a self-help post written by some all-knowing guru who has it all together and is about to give you advice that will open...

Most likely, by the time you read this, it’ll just be Mel and me. JB and I are going to start our trial separation tomorrow. Ok, let’s...