Okay, that title is a pretty obscure reference. The right one would be a “Tickle” in my throat. Get it? Tickle (my throat) Elmo? Ahem. Yes, I still have a completely warped and non-sequitur sense of the absurd. I also unfortunately have the early components of the creeping crud, thanks to hubby and daughter. Gah! …
Sandman Victim in Post-Valentines’ Day Massacre
My weekend is off to a less-than-auspicious beginning. I was looking forward to having two straight days off, which was supposed to begin tonight with a date with my husband. The plan was, he would meet me at work and we’d go for dinner and so on. We’d been planning this for a while, and…
That Whiplash Feeling Again
For anyone who knows where I work, you’ll understand somewhat when I explain that this is our “Christmas season.” We run high profile national advertising on a certain higher-profile sporting event. And for the next few weeks, pandemonium reigns. In theory that pandemonium brings along some nice commissions, but this year it’s been thin on…
Does anybody happen to have any extra-strength Fukitol?
The tent thing is finis. Not quite as successfully as the camels, sadly. The camel caravan was a hit. I just want to take a machete – or an uzi or an atom bomb – to my lame attempt at building a tent structure. Instead of a tent we’re gonna have filmy-ish neon orange fabric…
How Far Would You Go for a Camel Toe?
No, not that kind of camel toe! For the past couple of nights, our home has been overtaken by camels. Well, camels and all the folderol that goes with them. A few days before ground-zero in a contest, my work team finally got its collective head out of its collective ass and decided on a…