Monthly Archives: June 2005

I really hate Tom Petty. I feel a little bad for him, because it’s not his fault, really. In fact, it has nothing to do with him. Well, his voice is pretty whiny, so I guess it has to do … Continue reading →

Yesterday when I got home from work, I decided to be industrious and non-slackery for at least a few minutes and started loading the dishwasher. Soon I was punished for my industrious ways as I discovered a glass had fallen … Continue reading →

Buying a house is a lot like falling in love. Everyone is looking for something different. Sure, there’s the quarterback of the football team, class president, volunteers at the animal shelter, great kisser. And most everyone agrees that guy’s a … Continue reading →

“We have no glasses. Oh wait. No wine glasses either. Do we even have a cork screw?” “Oh! On my knife!” “No forks for the salad.” “We have these little plastic spoons from Baskin Robbins!” “Don’t lose those.” “It’s a … Continue reading →

My ability to deal with planes is like the doors on that game show where you just never know what’s behind them until you open the door and get mauled to death by a ferocious monkey or rained on by … Continue reading →