Some lady gave me the middle finger this morning, so I wrote about it.
AS MENTIONED IN a recent post and in the eulogy my sister and I wrote, our mom put remarkable effort into hating everything about winter. Rosemary hated the cold and the dark. She hated snow and ice. She hated how the threat of bad weather might impact her ability to travel somewhere, so much so … Continue reading O, the Cussedness of Winter
I'll have a super-jumbo frothy coffee with syrup, up, with extra olives please.