behind the bacon

So I’m in Wal-mart the other day. I live there. Seriously, I think I could get mail there, and they would hold it for me. That’s how often I am in that circus. So anyway, I am making the whatever number trip that week, this time babyless, so of course, I had on a dry-clean [...]

The changing of the pants

I am convinced that if you would like to travel back in time and see a man as a four year old little boy, all you need to do is pay attention to him when he first wakes up in the morning. There he is. He is exactly the same as he was decades ago, [...]

Me, Michael Jackson, and my migraine

Actually, all three were never in the same place at the same time. Shortly after I posted last, I was text-bombing Brad’s cellphone because that’s what I do when I’m excited and want to sing an entire song to him while he’s at work. So I sang-texted him “The way you make me feel” because [...]

me, the oracle, and michael jackson impersonators

well, well… All of my stars were alligned this morning, and once again, I stole someone else’s appointment to the Oracle. (click here to read about the original theft experience).
As always, it was enlightening, refreshing, and mind-sorting. If you’ve never seen a counselor/therapist/shrink/”oracle”/ couch doctor/ guru/ headpeeper/ headshrinker/ nut doctor/psychologist/ psychoanalyst/ psychotherapist etc…. (not to [...]