Category: My Darling B

  • cravings

    You know how people say there’s literally nothing you can’t get from the internet? I’m literally starting to believe it. My Darling B just bought a case of hummus chips on the internet last week. Backtracking just a little bit: There’s this snack food called hummus chips that she simply adores, and when I say Read.

  • changeup

    My Darling B has a whole new attitude about mice since she opened her garden shed and discovered they’d pooped and peed on just about everything in there. Before she was on Mother Nature’s side, making me trap them live so we could release them in a nearby city park, but now that she has Read.

  • barleywine reaction

    At the Central Waters Brewery 16th Anniversary Party last weekend: “What are you drinking?” “Barleywine.” “May I try some?” “You don’t like barleywine.” “Maybe I do.” She didn’t. Read.

  • hack spit cough

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    My Darling B and I have been fighting a nasty upper respiratory infection since about, oh, I don’t know, Christmas? Yeah, that’s about right. Mine’s not as nasty as hers is, though. About once a week I wake up with a stuffy head and lots of boogers, and occasionally I have to cough up a Read.

  • Aargh!

    Yay. The cat has finally curled up in my lap. Can’t do a thing while he’s turning in circles, looking for the right place to settle down. Can’t type a word, can’t sip my coffee, can’t even set down my coffee cup within easy reach because he would just keep sticking his snotty nose in Read.

  • political Godzilla

    Sarah Palin? She just stomps around and makes noise. She’s a political Godzilla. – My Darling B Read.

  • beer juggling

    She only has two hands, but that doesn’t stop My Darling B from being a three-fisted drinker! We were at the Great Amherst Beer Festival, hosted by Central Waters Brewing yesterday when B found herself trying to juggle three cups of beer while we took photos of the goings-on. She turned out to be one Read.

  • SF vacation

    Quick and Dirty version of our trip to California last week, typed up from my notes because I’m not sure how long it’ll take to expand on them and I’ve got lots to do this week but I wouldn’t want to deprive you. So: Got into San Francisco in the afternoon on Friday. Taxi driver Read.

  • we’re back!

    I was just thinking that I would have to tell you our flight home from San Francisco was uneventful, but of course it wasn’t. That’s not how we travel. Our flight home started with a cab ride that was positively batshit crazy. It wasn’t supposed to be a cab ride. The hotel supposedly had an Read.

  • hoppy couple

    When I take photos with my smart phone, it automatically saves them to my Google account, and when I take a series of photos that all look the same, Google makes a flip-card cartoon out of them. The only time I remember this feature is afterward, when I’m looking through my photos and I find Read.

photo of the author and the author's best friend