Clearly my blogging rhythm seems to have been dropped as if it'd been run over by a drunken yobbo in a Ford Pinto, but when exactly did it happen? When did I become a bad blogger? I could cite excuses like the ozone laye…

I've always felt that calling in "sick" sounded so limp and woolly, particularly when your ailment is a simple case of not feeling like going into the office, and yet hear I sit in front of my computer in a frumpy t-shir…

Does anyone know what you call that spongy part of your lower back right above your bum crack, somewhere South of the belt line and yet not nearly North enough to scratch with looking like you've developed a butt-cheek m…

Clearly its time to shoot old Yeller a second time. While I definitely don't know my neighbors past the occasional (and completely fake) conversation we might engage in 3-4 times a year, I must admit that I’ve been pinin…

Having boobs used to be ever so easy. You would simply tuck both your girls in a bra, lower them gingerly inside your sweater and generally forget about them until you either had a kid or needed some leverage to buy your…