I’ve Got Quite a Bit to Say About Red Velvet Cheesecake Pops

It is 6:05am on a Friday. Good Friday. I am destined to make this not just Good Friday, but Great Friday, because my hands are covered in cheesecake and I’m muttering unintelligible shit under my breath. “There’s got to be a better…why won’t the…motherfucker.” As you may have guessed, I enjoy a challenge. So no one was surprised when I made a fig cheesecake with … Continue reading I’ve Got Quite a Bit to Say About Red Velvet Cheesecake Pops

I Wish I Had a Dime for Every Dick on a Plane

I have recently started traveling quite a bit for work.  I can firmly say I’m in the pro-Southwest Airlines camp, even when the attendants float crazy bombs of jokes that go out into the atmosphere like a suffocating cloud of death.  I have a list of observations about my experiences on relatively short flights.  I would like to take this time to share them. 1) … Continue reading I Wish I Had a Dime for Every Dick on a Plane

Nobody Can Rock a Blouse Like 1973 Robert Plant

I mean, look at him/it/this: My husband, although The Song Remains the Same might as well play on an endless loop inside our home, thinks that I somehow am immune to the allure of 1973 Robert Plant due to two factors:  1) I do not pay attention to the television because it is very loud and explosion-y most of the time, and 2) Because it’s … Continue reading Nobody Can Rock a Blouse Like 1973 Robert Plant

Holiday Advice: Pump the Brakes on Assholery

One might say I’m biased because my birthday is today, Christmas Eve, and it’s always been less “pleasure and joy” and more “unnngghhh must finish Christmas shopping ON MY BIRTHDAY.”  Whatever my general holiday malaise stems from, surely I’m not the only person who notices that people invariably become even bigger asshats during the holidays, what with rushing around, cutting you off on the freeway, … Continue reading Holiday Advice: Pump the Brakes on Assholery

Good Morning, Please Stop Talking

Yes.  I am an asshole. From the hours of 6am (or earlier when necessary) to about 10am, I am a complete dick.  Really doesn’t matter what has happened, how I’ve slept, what I ate the night before, Nothing.  Matters.  At.  All.  I’ve tried and tried, and it’s like an unattainable floaty thing out of my grasp, to act like a decent human being in those … Continue reading Good Morning, Please Stop Talking