Category Archives: Fluff

Day #323 Bereft**

I seem to be cursed with having extremely literary friends. I know several who have written books at this stage. Some are self-published, some are gaining steam in the traditional publishing world. Some are in the process of writing or shopping agents. I don’t mean this in a dismissive way of “oh everyone is writing…

Day #319 Moss

“Dude, you have moss growing on your car. Why do you have moss growing on your car?” The Mister scowled at my laughter as he pulled at some blades of grass sticking out of the windshield wiper well. A clump of wet, green-lined sod came out. “It grows on the roof of our apartment building and…

Day #289 Whiskey

Today’s posht is brougght to you by whishkey. Specifically, whiskey cocktails. We had a Friday night work thingy. A shindig. Hootenanny? … Wait. Where do the words shindig and hootenanny even come from? I mean, do shins get dug, and hoots nannied? Or does the nanny hoot? I mean, those are some pretty weird words…

Day #275 Blog Leap Day

I was scrolling through looking for a particular post the other day when I came across something on my own blog that absolutely horrified me. I posted TWO posts numbered #176 on two consecutive days. Oh. My. God. I’m a day ahead. Wait, no. I’m a day behind. Wait, no. I’m…. aaaaaaarrrrrrgh!!!!!!! *breathe in* *breathe…