Tasty Kibble
Yes, that is a Betty Ford Rehab Hash T-shirt (he said, bursting with grandfatherly pride).
Sunday Grab Bag
I’m home alone and living on takeout so the kitchen stays clean until Donna’s return tomorrow morning.
Nose Jobs & Dark Hours
“Those who go out of their way to be offended never waste the trip.”
Friday Takes, Hot & Fresh (Updated)
Race isn’t real. Race is very real. Both sentences are true.
It’s a Trap!
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.
When I’m King
Hey, a fella can dream, can’t he?
The Happy Lull
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?
Tuesday Grab Bag
“Hey,” I said to her as I walked out, “that was kind of fun.”