Another blurry week of beer drinking and eating like shit. Side note: the week was not blurry because I drank too much beer…
Maybe your Valentine’s is yourself, and you bake these up for a solo date night. Perfectly acceptable. I’m quite the V-Day cynic, honestly.…
Happy Super Bowl week, fools. I remember last year I mixed up the date of the Super Bowl and kept claiming for a…
Onomatopoeia of the week: Yoink. Say that one every so often and it might crack a smile on your ole face. I found…
Curd just sounds awful and does not do the delectable spread justice. My mom sometimes makes homemade lemon curd. She does a pretty…
I didn’t actually realize how cold it was supposed to be this day, until I embarked on my morning run. Yup, it was…
Our weather this winter boasts more varied moods than the five headed dragon in Welcome to Night Vale. I’m not sure many of…
This masterpiece arrived as a result of fucking up another and needing to pivot on the fly. Happily, it all worked out. Brownies…
Bowl full of fabulous. I wonder if all the SEO bots out there hate my dumbass post introductions. I never write anyting productive:…
How many hours is your sleep sweet spot? It seems I’ve found myself in this discussion frequently of late: how much sleep is…
