Day 195: Of Brooms and Boob Tubes

Day 195: Of Brooms and Boob Tubes

My day started off today with a bang. I can’t write about it, unfortunately, because it involves some things that will be a surprise in a few months. No, nothing to do with babies. I’m not even sure if that even crossed your mind when I wrote...
Day 189: No Dumping Zone

Day 189: No Dumping Zone

I tell you guys, some of the stuff I find myself dealing with as an apartment manager… Today, there were human feces (that’s poop, for those who need clarification) on the front stairwell down to the garage. HUMAN feces. Right in the middle of the...
Day 173: Do si do

Day 173: Do si do

The Ho and I went square dancing tonight, hence the late-ness of the blog post. This is the…fourth time she’s gone, I think. And, I have been absent for each of the three previous occasions. Quite a shame, because it was a lot of fun. We were talking about...
Day 163: Interim

Day 163: Interim

I have a bit of a feeling of being stuck in-between at the moment. My routine has kind of broken down since I saw the opportunity with work to surge ahead, and I took it at the expense of writing every day. And then, I’d normally have another day off tomorrow,...
Day 143: Spreadeagle

Day 143: Spreadeagle

I just asked Liz what the position spreadeagle was and she laughed at me. And then looked it up and found a picture of a figure skater on wikipedia, which is, in itself, amazing. It was the position I’d been picturing, it had just been used in a context that...