Frigid
We had another Furnace EventTM recently, during the fixing of which my husband got out his heat gun1 and started pointing it at random supposed-to-be-warm and probably-lukewarm items around the… Read more »
Category: Point? What Point? I’m not Pointy. I’m Round.
Six Weeks: Snippets
# “It’s all the sand. It’s made him constipated.” # “I found the horse’s butt!” # “Of course the answer is to punch it in the nose. But, what’s the… Read more »
Inching Along
There should be warning labels on boxes containing unassembled furniture parts: MAY CAUSE HOMICIDAL IDEATION IN OTHERWISE NORMAL PEOPLE. Good. LORD. May has muchly been Home Improvement Month at casa… Read more »
Hot Date
It’s Friday night. Dinner hour. And the cashier at the grocery store — yes, we were buying groceries on a Friday night; can I get a WOOT-WOO! — who might… Read more »