you’ll have to excuse me…i’m spending my morning attempting to use my new fancy scary mouse (cue ali’s readers: yes, ali, we get it. it’s time to shut the fuck up about your wrist already. we know you’re broken) so, yesterday, in addition to attending to my perc-ed up husband’s…
i’ve spoken before about how the husband and i have zero sympathy for each other as far as our hands go. i have tendonitis. in my right hand. there’s things i can’t do. like put on my bra and open jars. he has a broken bone. in his right hand….
the strangest thing i have ever seen: 9pm. in our neighborhood. a couple, likely in their 60’s. sitting on lawn chairs. inside their open garage. in the dark. watching TV. possibly Oprah. what? what? what? i don’t understand. at first i thought teenagers..smoking pot possibly? but alas. no. these were…
