What’s worse than a Trump presidency? A second Trump presidency, clearly. But can there be anything worse than that? A tough question, really. Maybe a gang of racoons – a nursery of the ostensibly adorable rank-refuse bandits, if any of us is still being all woke up in here – drunk as a stench of …
This is not my fault. We need to be clear on that right here at the outset. I would gladly never have seen what I am about to relate to you, and which you may soon also wish I had not shared as well. What was it Barney the purple dinosaur was so fond of …
Fun. Yeah, I can do fun. So, fun. Monday, 11 p.m.-ish, just before turning in, I put the dogs out, the final time, in anticipation of then sitting up the night just trying to sleep, propped against a bank of pillows, with my just-refreshed, taped-on, blood-catch gauze mustache. You see: Midafternoon that same day, a …
It is a strange and startling thing, carrying your wired Jack Russell outside on a 3 a.m. bathroom run, scanning the yard with a flashlight, and being dive-bombed from beyond the arc of light by a dying cicada that comes screaming out of the sky. I shared that snippet of wee-hours weirdness on Facebook a …
Been mulling over nixing your subscription to this blog far a while now, but were still kinda on the fence? This should seal the deal for ya! With outside temps finally dropping off a bit here in the swamp-ass South, I found myself unable to drum up any valid excuse to prevent me taking my …