Best had some shining moments in The Monster Walks. I could see there was more to him than a copycat Stepin Fetchit.
Yes, that is a Betty Ford Rehab Hash T-shirt (he said, bursting with grandfatherly pride).
I’m home alone and living on takeout so the kitchen stays clean until Donna’s return tomorrow morning.
“Those who go out of their way to be offended never waste the trip.”
Race isn’t real. Race is very real. Both sentences are true.
Yesterday, on a gray and chilly afternoon on a neighbor’s patio, we chaired the HOA’s annual general meeting. We were hoping we’d be fired, but no such luck.
Hey, a fella can dream, can’t he?
The lull between Christmas and New Year’s Day is traditionally the time for domestic bliss and best-of-year blog posts. Leastways, here at Paul’s Thing. Or is it?