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The counter above the dishwasher is NOT the dishwasher!
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Too much? I’ve got boobs. Largish ones. On occasion, there’ll be a day where I’ll get dressed for work and as I’m walking to the office, I’ll notice that my attire for the day is a little more low-cut than I had originally thought. I’m not talking porn low-cut, but enough that as I’m looking…
WARNING: there is too much information in this post. For the past week, I’ve been searching for the box into which I deposited the contents of my bedside table. I have a stack of books + my e-reader in that box. That e-reader has become my Holy Grail. I’ve got the latest Kim Harrison book…
It’s come to this: I am now answering Facebook quizzes in my own head. Without the computer. And not the normal ones like: Which Disney Princess are you? Which Shakespearean character would you be?What breed of cat are you? Nope, this mostly Pagan gal has this one pin-balling around her cranium: Which Bible character is…
I parked the car. It was the first in the lot. When I opened the door, three inches of freshly fallen powdery snow were at my feet. The snow around my parking spot and all the way to the loading dock door was pristine. It was too good to pass up. I put on my…
Oh, those iconic 80s dance films…. Quick! Name the winners! For me it’s three Fs, a D and a W – Fame, Flashdance and Footloose – Dirty Dancing and White Nights. Rissa had already seen Footloose, Dirty Dancing and White Nights – I got it into my head that she needed to see the other…
It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon. I was driving into Toronto to see a friend’s show. I had Q107.1 on (the home of classic rock) – it was Psychedelic Sunday and a Beatles A-Z weekend. The tunes were stellar. I made sure I checked the highway update signs all the way along my route. …