We’ve Come a Long Way, Baby

Thank-you.

That beautiful garden makes up for this, another birthday present from the sisters, for the garden: It is a frog with a built in solar battery, so it can soak up the sun’s rays during the day and then glow in your garden for hours at night. Scary, huh?

who finds the Bulls-eye.com advertisement as a site sponsor just a tad offensive? Maybe it’s just because they don’t have any buff men in the ad.

I reacquainted myself with migraines yesterday. Why is it that pleasant experiences in life are fleeting, while misery doesn’t seem to need a forwarding address to know where you’ve moved to? I had full-blown migraines as a kid. The doctor said I’d probably grow out of them. I did. I’m assuming I’m entering my second…

“Never a lip is curved with pain That can’t be kissed into smiles again.”—Bret Harte “Bullshit. Kiss this!”—Salamander I thought Bret Harte was supposed to have hung out with Mark Twain. If so, none of that wonderful acerbic wit rubbed off. I got to see my physical therapist this morning. Let’s call him Adonis. Just…

I pretty much knew something was going to hit me by Saturday. I’d suspected it for perhaps a week previously – intermittent sore throats, aggressively runny nose, and that generic, pervasive feeling of something being not quite right. By last night, it was a sure thing that I couldn’t ignore any longer. I’ve caught some…