Category: Ex Trailer Trash

I’ve kept up with Bridgerton on Netflix. G loves his Brit comedies and detective stories, but chick flix are definitely not his thing, and Bridgerton is the chick-flickiest of chick flix, so I watch alone. Then came Charlotte, the spinoff, and I was pleasantly surprised at how much of an upgrade the story line was….

Our AC is an antique, as AC units go in the desert. It’s at least 16 years old, and may be original to the house – which was built in the 1990s. This beast died last summer and fortunately was a relatively inexpensive fix. I think we paid something like $300 for the actual repair,…

Wow. Just… wow. Karma is a Queen B; and sadly, the fallout of stupid does enormous peripheral damage to the innocent. No photos tonight, despite a photo run today. It’s Relative: #1 For those of you who also follow me on Facebook, you know my brother-in-law was in a serious motorcycle crash a week ago….

With gas prices lodged in the stratosphere and health issues giving both of us grief, G and I decided not to attempt another trip to the Midwest again this year. Instead, we’re planning a trip in-state, in October. G’s mapping our route to Safford, to old mining towns Clifton and Morenci, and to Mount Graham,…

Short unplanned update. The kitchen light fiasco, as it turned out, wasn’t done. That fixture was reduced to an anemic flicker by this afternoon. G scoffed, saying it just needed replacement bulbs. Then he climbed onto a footstool, gave it a tap, and the thing jumped instantly back to “normal”. The fact it only took…