Sometimes I wonder: Was I born in the wrong decade? I should have been born in 1940, long after the repeal of prohibition, but right before middle class women tossed their pearls and went to work in support of the war effort. read more →
OK… I feel I should be throwing confetti… Should I be throwing confetti? Lighting up a Cohete? Should I spray you with tequila? I’m not sure, yet all I know is there’s a celebration happening in this piece! On the Mexican pieces… They’re celebrating their ish, and because I’m an equal opportunity celebrateur, I want in... read more →
I don’t know how to drive. I’ve haven’t even bothered to learn. As a result, I get chauffeured around like the rich and famous do, sans the tricked out Bentley. Before you judge me, this is why I’ve never learned to drive: read more →