Friends? Confession.
I’m kinda one of Those People.
Those People who have a thing about people laying down on their unmade beds with the same jeans they happened to wear out into the world all day.
Just the thought turns me into an eye-ticking germaphobe. Maybe it’s the years of riding public transportation but it skeeves me out like no other.
The way I see it, you never know what your butt has been in. Continue reading
With Fall just around the corner, Summer becomes much more important.
We in the Pacific Northwest wait for it like some wait for Christmas.
We hold our breath, afraid that if we blink a few too many times — due to the what-the-what-is-that?! blinding orb in the sky — we might miss it.
It arrives crazy-fashionably late, like a flaxen-haired princess on the back of a chariot. All too soon, her ride turns the corner and we find ourselves holding a half-eaten corn dog and nothing but a faint, Vitamin-D memory of her. Continue reading
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