WTF Friday #39

First and foremost, Happy Birthday to Rod who is a wonderful friend, editor, and writer. Real Products: When selecting lighting for your house, it pays to be picky.  Personally, I recommend dead bird lighting.  It’s all the rage in one … Continue reading

Giant Thoughts

Recently it came to my attention that I’m not a giant. I know, this should’ve come to me when I was in 5th grade and reached my full adult height. Or maybe when I couldn’t reach the second shelf in my kitchen without a step ladder. Or how I sometimes shop in the children’s department because it’s the same clothes for cheaper. I should have clued in when I turned 18 and my boyfriend still called me “fun sized.” I hear that 5 feet 2 inches is “short”, though I disagree.

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Dear Doctor Becca- Desperate Domestic

“It’s called ‘dish soap.’ How am I supposed to know it’s not meant to be used in the dishwasher when you never told me? Sorry about the bubbles everywhere.”

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Delivery Please

I informed him that was a waste of condoms, as he went to Georgia Tech and no one was getting lucky on campus there. The most they would ever need is antivirus software on their computer for cyber sex. He conceded my point.

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WTF Friday #38

Real Products: Are you getting a divorce and aren’t quite sure what to do with the rings?  I suggest a Wedding Ring Coffin. For the low price of $39.95, you can lay your marriage to rest.  Personally, I would just … Continue reading

Crush My Creativity

Okay, so I might need an intervention.  I started playing the game Candy Crush.  I try not to play too many Facebook games, because they suck my creativity dry, and my soul a little too.  I’ve lost friends, lives, and … Continue reading

I Almost Died

It’s true, well according to the internet.  I wrote about it on Jason’s blog (click here), yesterday.  But it had me thinking about what would happen if I died?  I mean, obviously there would be wailing and gnashing of teeth.  There probably … Continue reading

Screw You Spam Box

Why do spammers think I’m a guy? Let me tell you something “Spammers”. If I were a guy, my one eyed snake would be giant. Do you hear me? So why the heck do you keep sending me crap for enlargements? Also, I don’t need your stinkin’ cash for gold! I don’t have no gold, so there!

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