Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! Since I’ve spent the last several posts extolling the fabulousness of my family and friends, I’ll spare the sap this time and …

The packing is finished, with deepest thanks to Jin and Travis, without whom I would have been caught metaphorically somewhere between a chicken sans tete …

Yep, it’s begun. The wake-me-up-in-the-middle-of-the-night irrational paranoia that I won’t be ready for the movers when they get here, the completely insane worry that I …

Carla was right. $2 bourbon is a recipe for disaster. I’m sure there are stories, but I don’t remember them. Also: T minus three weeks.

As the sorting-out of my life in transition continues, I’m afraid I’ve become something of a broken record. It has been pointed out to me …

It’s unbefuckinglievable. Then again, is it? It’s appalling, that’s for sure. I’m not the first to say it, and I won’t be the last. I’ve …

I know you’ve all been agonizing over what to buy me for Christmas this year. Despite last year’s winning Inappropriate Christmas Ornament (lovingly entitled And …

Oh dear, I just can’t seem to keep up with this thing. It occurs to me that this is not so much because my activity …

So I’m still spending a goodly chunk of my time repeating over and over (both in my head and out loud), “I work for the …

Today’s word of the day on WordSpy: gossypiboma. It’s the official term for a sponge left inside a patient’s body after a surgical procedure. Because …