You ARE lucky to know me. Because I am So Cool, Is Why.
Also, you are lucky to know me because I don’t ever do anything I say I am going to do, and this lets you feel better about yourself, because you probably do do at least SOME of the things you [...]
My best beloveds have essentially asked me, “Joss, why are you so bat-crap crazy, crapping crazy bats?”
In lieu of a straight answer, I give you a list of reasons why it is bad to schedule your life via a sacred paper calendar:
1) Rememer that superfun day when I lost the sacred Paper [...]
Can I chakram that mucus for you, ma’am?
There was this stomach flu thing that made its way through Georgia and then my family, and I think in the wake of it, my much pampered, zinc-infested, Airborne-sucking, Echinacea-fused bloodstream FAILED me, and it let the flu in. I am DYING of mucus and my [...]
Psst! Don’t forget to enter to win a copy of Karen Abbott’s hot new book, American Rose.
SO, if you are in the grocery store, pick up a copy of February’s Vanity Fair and take a peek at pages 115 – 116. I’m in there with a posse made up of The Lady [...]
I am having a little romance with a site called NAIL.
They market things, and are super innovative about it…Nail = smart. Also? A little weird. In the good way.
You may remember them from my post about longing for the gift of a sliced off, tannery-preserved hunk of elf ear this [...]
The book is eating me. I can’t stop or put it down, and I am so floppitty-xausted by day’s end, I just want to glare blankly at the Television. And I DO mean glare. I TRY to relax, but I cannot. Why? You ask. Well. Some of my friends in the television ARE MAKING ME [...]
Liked: This orange moth, perching on my orange car.
I was enchanted immediately ran for the digicam and then called the kids out to see him.
HE MATCHES! I hollered.
I named him The Orange Moth of Happiness.
Did Not Like: When my son pointed out that the Orange Moth of [...]
The vast majority of my family had a stomach flu this weekend, so I never posted. Trust me, Beloveds, some things are better left unblogged. *shudder* But the good part of being awake all night, trapped in a hive of virusy-death air, was all the free brain-dead time I had. In between supervising some [...]