Category: Categorizing Things is Overrated

Most evenings as I’m heading home from work, especially those when I’m late, I give Patrick a call to let him know I’m coming, so he can (a) shoo all his girlfriends out of the house and clear up the evidence before I get home, or (b) get dinner started.  Neither happens particularly often, that…

The Monte Carlo in Vegas has caught fire.  From the pictures, it looks as though the very room I stayed in when I was there a couple of years ago is THIS VERY MINUTE in flames.  I find this deliciously thrilling, for some reason.  (No one was hurt, so thrills are allowed.)  There are pictures…

See my self-penned obituary on Wonder Women.  I would soooo love it if I could say all this about myself in 70 years.  But we’ll just have to see what the future holds.   As for the present – it holds some long and quiet evenings.  Some nights I enjoy the solitude.  Some nights I…

Coincidentally – or was it by design? – he chose to leave the country just as it came time to build the baby item registry, leaving her to tear her hair and curse his name as she drifted in a paper sea of safety ratings, customer reviews, and conflicting and confusing recommendations.  He will pay dearly upon his…

Tales of Virge the Scourge      While Patrick’s away, I’m doing some intense training with The Scourge.  So far, the only things he does reliably is Sit (your basic dog trick, but not the most useful), Get Busy (pee and right now I mean it), and Get Your Bone (very useful when he’s pestering you and he…