“I wrote 63 songs this year. They’re all about Jeter.” Just kidding. The game we love, the players we hate, and more.
From Norman Mailer to Wendy Pepper — everything on film, TV, books, music, and snacks (shut up, raisins), plus the Girls’ Bike Club.
Helping public schools, winning prizes, sending a crazy lady in a tomato costume out in public.
Monologues, travelogues, fiction, and fart humor. And hens. Don’t forget the hens.
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Happy birthday, Mr. Stupidhead. Next round’s on me.
I’ve (re-)discovered a few things over the course of the recent Days Of Rage. Some of them are great!
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a lonely girl in possession of a library card must be in want of a twin. The child who spends a lot of time in books also spends …
Dear Sars,
Welcome back! Dear cracking dry hands season, not so much. I’m here to ask you/the readers about a product I could swear I saw mentioned on the Vine ages ago, but I can’t find …
It’s kind of an aside, but your hair looks beautiful and super-shiny in this picture, Sars.
Also, happy birthday, Mr. S!
is that a TOMATO on that dress??
Happy Birthday, Sarah! Thank you for many years of happy reading.
I should like to point out that for years now we have referred to my best friend as “Mr. Uglybutt.” It’s supposed to be ironic, because she’s basically one of the most beautiful people you’re ever going to meet. Somehow referring to her as Mr. Uglybutt does not diminish this. Anyhow, this cracked me up. :)
If memory serves, it’s a strawberry.
It’s actually Mr. S’s birthday today; mine is in March.
Happy Birthday, Mr. S!
I highly enjoy this picture.
Happy Birthday to Mr. S!
Ahhh – The world was a better place, when all dresses had a rick rack trim!
Happy Birthday, Mr. S!
This photo, coupled with the title/caption, made my day happier.
Happy Birthday, Mr. Stupidhead!