When I see a light at the end of the tunnel, I don’t hesitate to throw the switch.

It was only an hour once a week, and since I already knew how to read, I didn’t have to learn anything new, but I did!

It’s late 1997, and change is in the air. Some of it is better than others.

Every workplace has it’s liabilities.

A strange confluence of circumstances has lead me to find somewhere other than my parent’s house for Thanksgiving, and I get invited to a Christmas party that could have been a Christmas Carol showcase from the 60’s.

My cat Giselle is on a killing spree. She’s enthusiastic, if not always thorough.

It’s chronologically a little early for a midlife crisis (somehow hoping I live past my mid-60’s), but the optics of a grown man in a little red sports car say otherwise.

Describing my behavior as narcissistic would have been putting a positive spin on it.

It’s 1994’s infamous Thanksgiving in July. And the one thing I have to be thankful for during this bonus holiday is being alive to experience it.

#Curmudgetante

The inevitable consequences of life after I’m officially single.