Waiting for my slot to get my knee surgery, the surgeon was killing time and hung out at my bedside for a while.
Saturday morning there were 3 cookies left -- the Savage chocolate chip cookies with just the right amount of crack. "Those are for you and your brother," the Bear said. "You figure out how to share them."
Fucking 57-years-old and what do you get? Another participation trophy and deeper in debt.
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