I’m going to drop a real bomb on you guys, here. It’s a doozy. Brace yourselves. I do the Elf on the Shelf for my kids. Yeah, that’s right. I have the Elf on the Shelf. Not just the Elf on the Shelf, but one for each of my kids plus an Elf for my…
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The Worst/Best Part Of Having a Panic Disorder Is You Can’t Hide It Forever
I had a blow out panic attack in my doctor’s office today. He knew I had anxiety, but I don’t think to the extent that it is there. Likely because I’ve done an extremely good job of concealing it for a long time. Or maybe he did know and was just taking it one step at…
I Don’t Shave My Crotch, and Other Assorted Coffee Time Conversation
I had coffee with a friend yesterday. Coffee is sort of a weird way to say it, though, because I actually don’t drink coffee. So what I had was this blended iced milk with vanilla in it; it was big and full of sugar and something like 600 calories – but who’s counting, because at…
4 Ways Our 30s Are Still Very Much Like High School
Are you in your 30s? I am. I mean I’m really 28. Again. But according to my driver’s license I am officially a 30-something. Screw you, DMV. In any event, I am still really good friends with a lot of my friends from high school. And as the years have gone on, people I knew…
Is it just me, or are people taking themselves too seriously these days?
We went to Target today. I had to get some of those Clorox bleach wipe things, some of those toilet flusher things, and deodorant. Don’t want my pits to smell bad. So we went to the “fancy” Target. It isn’t really fancy, actually. It’s in the ghetto-est town in our county, probably the ghetto-est town…
If You Like Reading About Balls…
… well then you should consider reading my dad’s new blog. He writes about all kinds of balls, actually. Not the kind I’ve implied here, though – the less horrifying ones. Baseballs. Footballs. Basketballs. Tennis balls. You get my drift. If any of you faithful blog followers have read my About Me page, you know…
Please Fix Me
I’m going to get uncharacteristically serious for a moment here. Of course, my title is facetious. I don’t want anyone to fix me. It isn’t that I think there to be absolutely nothing wrong with me – I have a little too much poundage in my ass, drink way too much Diet Coke, and am…
