Senseless Sunday Sarcasm : Convoluted
Every 6 months, our bodies endure that unnecessary torture. I call Daylight Slavings Time. The fog in my cogs will continue for a month, as my brain struggles to accommodate. My better half… Continue reading
Every 6 months, our bodies endure that unnecessary torture. I call Daylight Slavings Time. The fog in my cogs will continue for a month, as my brain struggles to accommodate. My better half… Continue reading
I’m told that strong women never complain. However, some of us are too ornery to die, so we write sarcastic posts about our ridiculous 1st world problems. Me, last week: Trying to… Continue reading
It’s hard to think on a galactic scale when you’re trying to survive life for as long as possible. Is each cell of our body filled with worlds living inside a terrarium? Why… Continue reading
Why cats have survived with humans for over 12,000 years: Chilly Coon Kitty had an unintentional treat: half a can of tuna. It was meant for the Tiny Terror: Unfortunately, TT wanted freshly… Continue reading
Every year they attack. The pine pollen mini-monsters. Those tiny little things carried by the wind… ….infiltrating my nostrils… ….traveling down the tracheal toilet, and then… ….lodging into my larynx. When the Florida… Continue reading
Trying to wrap my mind around a senseless Sunday sarcasm post. I’m not in the mood for valentine’s day, but no one gave me expensive chocolates this year, or last year, or the… Continue reading
So then, what woke me up this fine morning at 2:00am. Karma. And dogs playing. And a cat who is insisting that my closet is his new home. I have the scratches on… Continue reading
The things that get me up at night Bed hog Dogs Insistent Cats Work (as in OMG! I’m going to be fired for sure) Getting all my books published. Wondering if I’ll… Continue reading
Half way into the dream state, I’m awakened by the echoing of a voice inside an empty space where my mind once lived. The universe: The next world war will be won by… Continue reading
Everyone else is getting on the prediction wagon. Here are my predictions for 2021. There will be hurricanes. I’ll be sleeping with dogs somewhere on the bed — wherever they leave space for… Continue reading