Change of Fart
Ass you can-can seethe, spellcheck’s back!
Yes, We’re There Yet
Nancy Mae Logan (née Masson)
October 19, 1958 –
February 22, 2022
I Am A Duck Whisperer
Didn’t even know it until I had something to say
Turdle
Why I avoided Wordle
Lyrical Enlightenment
I stood corrected on this one until I fell over
A Million Things That Taste As Good As Skinny Feels
I am cutting my calories in half. Can you hear the little fuckers screaming?
Happy January 36th!
Still working on January portion of self-improvements, including curbing my delusions of grandeur, so have cancelled February
Winging in the New Year
Everyone should have a disco ball in their front window all the time
The Very Fun Truth About THC-less CBD Oil
Shit gets you high
Last time I paddle-boarded I hollered to everyone who mitten-pointed at me I AM IN DENIAL
But now I am in love with Winter. Again.
Heigh-Fucking-Ho
Got the come-back phone call yesterday while out for a three-and-a-half-hour hike so I sort of get it but still
Second guesses are too late
So I started a new blog and I have doubts
Meditation is like blue cheese dip
Just fine thank you until you hit a lump
Fall is Prarie Dogging
Sorry Fall, but you’re being an asshole, or as we northerners like to say, an arsehole
Daisy’s gone all Blanche DuBois in this heat
She still looks like Don Knotts but is acting like an aging Southern belle, reclining on the couch most of the time, somewhat crumpled, wondering where’s the motherfucking julips
My road home was paved with good intentions
But what happens at the cottage really does stay there
Lemonade Anyone?
I have so many lemons I’m practically swimming in the fuckers
