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?
"When I do not want to say things in real life I often say them here." — Mimi Smartypants
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?
“Hey,” I said to her as I walked out, “that was kind of fun.”
Note to self: never put food close to the edge of the countertops.
… playing lets-pretend-it-didn’t-happen isn’t the way to go here. It’s lying, and will only fan the flames of culture war.
Rachel, you’re a wuss!
Donna’s always coming up with ingenious ways to fix things and make them better. In another life, she’d have been an engineer. Wait. She’s an engineer in this life, minus the degree.
Lulu and Fritzi, at least so far, have exhibited no fascist or authoritarian leanings. Unless you count sounding Reveille before the sun comes up.
Social media is rumor central.