My German is leaving. Last Tuesday I left for work just as the sun came streaking over the houses, slowly rolling away from my quiet little corner neighborhood where all seemed copasetic. Nine hours later I rolled back around, barely paying attention in my late afternoon, post work, haze until a bright new sign caught … More The German in the Gingerbread House
I walked into Home Depot armed with a coupon and an intention. My intention was to just buy sodium crystals for my fancy six-month-old water softener and a couple of paint supplies for my kitchen door. My pretty red door had cracked and flaked off in giant swaths during the midwinter freeze into some kind … More Showerhead Showdown
I had never dated a carrot top until my excursion with the Ginger Viking awhile back but somehow in the first half of 2017 I morphed into the proverbial flame for the red-headed OKC moth. There must have been a bit of an accelerate on the ignition because I flickered bright enough to spend the … More Ginger Snaps Part One: Mix in the Brown Sugar and Spices
If I fell In the shower and Landed on my head, Who would find me Naked, Pruned, And unconscious? Or worse? These are the thoughts you have, Living alone, When you fall In the shower and Land on your ass. Luckily, It’s padded.
There were two plumbers here today to lay some pipe. Long, sturdy pipe. It’s okay if you’re queuing the music. I know the tune because it’s in my head too. Baw Chicka Baw Baw. It’s extra loud given that these gents, unlike my previous encounter with Plumber Jim, are quite attractive and not douche nozzles. … More Master Plumbers and Maybe, Maybe, Maybes
The decision to let Bessie go is what brought boiler salesman Charles-Charlie-Call Me Paul into my life. Hey, I’ll call you Twinkle Toes McGee if it gets me a deal. Seriously though, Parents of the World, don’t name kids a Jr, a III, a IV, and then call them by their middle name, making it … More Single Girl Home Owning: Boiling Point (Part Two: The Winter of My Discontent and Disgruntlement)
When I moved into the Huh House in the Fall of 2013 I knew part of the package deal was a home heated by fossil fuel oil fueling baseboards with forced hot water. For those green minded urbanites blessed with geothermal units, Eskimos harnessing ice in igloos, and others not in the know, that means … More Single Girl Home Owning: Boiling Point (Part One: Saying Good-Bye to Bessie the Behemoth Boiler)
Let’s take a trip down Mating Dance Memory Lane, shall we? I invite you to fall down the rabbit hole with me to that time I was the Bad Date, capital B, capital D, to my first ever Internet Date. It culminated in an incident involving a Tony Little Gazelle but we’ll get there in … More Dial-Up Date
I don’t normally respond when I get nominated for blogger “awards” because it seems like the equivalent of a chain letter passed around more than a bottle of hooch at a hoedown. I can say that because I’ve been to a hoedown or two. There’s usually a pig on a spit or in a smoking … More I Blame Jeff: A Blogging Chain Letter
His sweat smelled like Cheetos and he wore a kilt. Yes, my date on this balmy, humid, moisture dripping late July Sunday afternoon fancies himself a Scottish Viking plunked down in the middle of central Pennsylvania. Lest anyone think I deem every date over 6’ as Viking in stature because of my previously recounted … More No More Vikings
Sleeping on the Diagonal 