The Bear came down from Gilbert, and she was looking for a bowl to steal.
Something different. This crazy lady I met on the internet asked if I would write something for her blog. Unlike all the other lifestyle and recipe blogs, she rants and swears with the best of them. Unlike my bullshit, there's a lot more to her stuff than just anger and insults. So, I could only hope to put some bullshit together that would fit on her page. And sadly this is the best I could do. You can read it on her page: http://ccorral.blogspot.com/2019/01/killing-me-with-coffee.html
It was my niece's wedding, and Shannon is not submitting to nobody, nowhere. She came out of the womb screaming like a banshee, and that screaming for shit didn't stop until she learned how to talk.
A couple of friends of mine recently split up, and it made me think that we are just a fucked up species.
Don't look. Tell me what color your dishwasher is.
One of the family secrets that I did not know until recently -- my mother used to call us: "The Shit Show."