Senseless @!%&$ sarcasm: Vincible
At the age of 14, I wanted to become a gymnast. Having parents living at the poverty line — and the athletic ability of a land turtle — that wasn’t going to happen.… Continue reading
Senseless Sunday Sarcasm : humor?
Humor is a strange animal. I have at least 20 Readers Digests in my bathroom, circa 2003 – 2004. After reading the the same jokes for the past 16 years, I thought… Continue reading
Senseless Reblog of a Reblog : Daylight Slaving Time
Most of this was originally published for The Nudge-Wink Report. But, alas, that blog no longer exists since the founder passed away in February 2019. I wished she were still around and Daylight… Continue reading
Senseless Sunday Sarcasm : February 29
This describes my weekend quite well: February 29th and what it has done to my weekend is proving to be as effective at confusing my brain cells as Daylight Slaving Time. First, we… Continue reading
Life with Critters
This sums up the past three days: It’s hard to sleep with a 40 pound dog draped over your chest, and another one using your legs as a pillow. You might be wondering,… Continue reading
A conversation with Dark Sarcasm
Yes, I’m in one of those moods I call “Dark Sarcasm.” That happens when I wake up with a nightmare. All I can remember about it is that being chased by gingerbread men… Continue reading
Grocery store etiquette
Would you go to a good restaurant and scoop lemon butter prawns over delicate pasta in your hands to eat? How about moving your table so that no one can get through the… Continue reading
Senseless Sunday Sarcasm: Taxing
I’ve had a taxing day. Litter-ally. Every year I say the same thing. I HAVE TO STOP THE TORTURE!!! …and every year, this is what I do: Except all those papers… Continue reading
Music silliness
I’ve written a bit of poetry in my life. Unfortunately, poetry and sarcasm don’t go together well. But songs rhyme, and I especially love silly songs. My children didn’t get “Rock-a-by Baby.” I… Continue reading
…and another scam bites the ice
Awake at 3:00 in the morning after 8 hours sleep…sort of (if you count the 3-hour nap from 3pm – 6pm). I have Dan Alatorre to blame for my latest dream-mare (not quite… Continue reading