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My favorite quote of the day
From my online Rolling Stone:
“To be called an elder statesman is so unbelievably insulting. Brad Pitt is exactly three years younger than me.” — MICHAEL STIPE of R.E.M.
One Degree of Separation:
Michael Stipe and Bono
Bono and Brad Pitt
For Jandy
For some time, I’ve suspected that my car is invisible. Because whether Tim is driving or I am, people obviously can’t see it. That’s why they’re always doing death defying things like pulling out in front of us, stopping at green lights to talk on their cell phones when we are behind them, or cutting over from another lane and almost grazing us.
But I didn’t know that my own personal super power is invisibility until yesterday, when that guy at the post office could neither see nor hear me even though he was always within three feet of me. Oddly, as I was driving out, he was walking to his car. I had a CLEAR SHOT at running over him, and he wouldn’t have known I did it because my car and I are invisible.
Since Jandy needs photographic evidence, here it is.
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Today’s moment of bliss…
So misunderstood…
The Test Dog
A week and four days into Tim’s accepting Rex the Dog into The Compound on a trial basis, we are still having pack issues. Guinness adored him and then she didn’t. Margot hasn’t adored him yet. Sometimes, by accident, she will almost play with him, and then she turns into something resembling that dog/beast thing that was in the first Ghostbusters movie.
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Being a smartass is frustrating work
The entire month of February, my sleep schedule has been screwed. I sleep three hours, stay awake ten, sleep three more. I go to bed when everyone else (except Tim) is waking up, sleep during the daylight hours, etc. And it shows on my tired face.
Earlier, I was thinking how I look like hammered wolf crap. And I decided to take a picture before and after makeup to taunt FARB with advice about how concealer is our friend.
Sadly, the photo WITHOUT makeup looked better than the one with makeup, so I kept deleting and reshooting the made-up picture. And then I accidentally deleted the unmade-up picture.
Clearly, I am meant to taunt FARB another day.
Panic: Phase 2
Two (three?) chapters until the end of a manuscript that’s due March 1.
(That’s water and coffee, not vodka and coffee. Who do you think I am, Famous Author Rob Byrnes?)
Compound Beautification
Not just any Tom, Dick, and Harry story…
First, there was:
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