Don’t judge others too quickly. It looks bad on you.
Being wrongly accused has been a running theme in my life for the last few months or so: Family, boss, good friends all accusing me of the most bizarre things.
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I’m trading you two in for good kids!
“I’m trading you two in for good kids,” my dad bellowed to Chickenbone and I one summer day long ago after we’d been acting up.
We were shocked. “Trade us in? What do you mean?”, one of us asked.
But, wait! There's more...Lies My Parents Told Me
(This post was inspired by Oh Noa’s on lying to her future children. It reminded me of the many lies my parents told us.) I don’t know about you, but I need some humor while I sort through the Match.com adventures. So today I bring you Lies My Parents Told … But, wait! There’s more…
The Gruesome Death of A Fly
The Death of A Fly Aren’t you glad you come here? Where else could you get such fascinating news as this? Nowhere, trust me. A recent post about the death of a fly by my hot bloggy friend, A Vapid Blonde, reminded me of the torture we used to inflict … But, wait! There’s more…
18 With A Fake ID
Me, to the bartender, “I’d like a carafe of Margaritas, salt the rim of the carafe, and stick a straw in it.”
But, wait! There's more...Drinking and Smoking: My Childhood Memories
I learned to mix drinks, quite well actually, and we all had a grand time drinking up the liquor cabinet after school. When the booze would run low, Dad would just replace it. Awesome. *hiccup*
But, wait! There's more...Penny and The Attack of The Killer Bees
The Time Penny Was Attacked by The Killer Bees When I was a delinquent young teenager in Capitola, I had some friends with whom I regularly got into trouble had adventures. (See: My First Brush With The Law). One of the places we would regularly go to find trouble was … But, wait! There’s more…
The Time I Learned Golf Carts Don’t Float
Golf Carts Don’t Float, But Golf Tees Do – Who Knew?! For a little while after my parents got divorced my father stayed in the general Santa Barbara, CA area. My sister, Chickenbone, and I would spend weekends and long summers with him where we would learn all kinds of … But, wait! There’s more…
My First Brush With The Law
It was a match made in heaven: Three gals, three guys, a wee party, and an illegal bonfire.
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