I am not cooking tonight because of: A hamburger Lies Forgetfulness How I’m trapped under a fallen beam in a burning barn
No, really. Brian goes on work travel for a few days, and I completely degenerate. I will be totally honest: I ate a bag of pretzels and a cup of Swiss Miss pudding for dinner ...
And thusly, with an errant photograph of garlic, have you been snookered.
Message I just left on the half-and-half carton I share with two other co-workers: Next time you wake up in a bathtub full of ice with your kidneys gone and “Call 911″ scrawled on the ...
I need to rebuild this damn place from scratch. Of course, it would help if I actually, you know, cooked something.
I was going to tweet this but Twitter is being a pain in the ass this afternoon, so I thought I’d open it up here instead: Chiffonade: What the fuck?
This is Heather. She is batshit insane, and you can’t blame it on the succubus currently inhabiting her uterus, because she was always like this. After you get through her barely-coherent rantings, read this week’s ...