It's hard to remember that phrase when I'm an eyeblink away from tears.
Hello, my name is Jennifer and I can barely change a light bulb.
Here's a few event suggestions for the next International Olympics Committee.
"Hey, D-H hacks! You stink! Why would anybody want to waste a precious eyeball blink on any of the drivel you produce?"
Be gentle with one another today. That is all.
No, we don't have a convenient neutral singular personal pronoun. But since when have Americans cared?
My cat is gone. His body is still here, still breathing. His ears twitch a little. One eye can squeeze shut, although the other has a fixed, dull stare. And – how very like him – he can still shed twice his weight in loose fur with just one sweep of your hand. But my...
It is perfectly acceptable to focus on the actual problems created by a situation rather than to try to eliminate all traces of the situation itself, particularly when there's absolutely no evidence that elimination effort actually works.
Warning: Here there be spoilers.
The lady in the little booth sauntered over as I rolled up in our Honda and let the window down. “Any fresh fruit or plants?” she wanted to know. “Yes,” I said, holding up our on-the-road munchies. “A bag of cherries.” She eyed the bag, purchased fresh from Safeway that morning. “You feel like having...
Bring on the control freaks, the litter Nazis, the men behind the curtain at the Most Artificial Place on Earth.
Messy business, all this blood. You can't do without it, though, and still be a proper zombie.