Editor’s Note: Many thanks to the fine folks who suggested phrases for this second edition… 1. “Well, butter my butt and call me a biscuit!” Translation: “I am completely stunned by this unexpected turn in our conversation. And since I didn’t have an adequate response I decided […]
1. “Well, sugar my foot!” Translation: “I am thoroughly astonished that what you just said is actually true. Even if it’s really not.” This is a response often heard during whispered gossip sessions at the local Baptist church. 2. “That thing just flopped back yonder.” Translation: “The item […]
Clara’s Diary: “December 24th, late. So I met this guy. I was at a bar in West Hollywood, that part of town where all the set decorators live. I really only went in there because I really needed to pee. We’d been to the Cocoanut Grove earlier, and […]
1. Avoid social interactions with questionable relatives. Yes, you do have to offer an initial greeting to everyone that you see, this is only polite, but your line of responsibility ends there. Once you have achieved this basic fake show of happiness that you have seen them once […]
Editor’s Note: This is a refurbished older post, a cautionary tale of what can happen when you mix the gift-exchange process with excessive amounts of alcohol. The references are a wee bit dated, but the underlying moral is the same: Don’t drink and unwrap. Unless everybody else […]
Click here to read this story from the beginning. Otherwise, let’s get this thing across the goal line… Now that we’ve had the “clean and squeaky” tour of the city, with all the pretty lights and charming houses, it’s time to peel back the layers and find […]
Click here to read this story from the beginning, if needed. For those of you who have been breathlessly awaiting the visuals, this is the first of two posts filled with such… Okay, folks, we’re taking a break from my rambling narrative and spending a bit of […]
Click here to start at the beginning of our saga. Otherwise, let’s jump into the fray… So I raced home in my car, loaded down with the slightly illicit stash of goods from Lou’s Emporium of Budget Miniature Housing and Questionable Moral Values, in an overly giddy […]
Click here to start at the beginning of our saga. Otherwise, let’s jump into the fray… And thus began a satanic pact between a gossipy Southern gal with strong hypocritical tendencies and the City Slicker from southern Dallas who may or may not have evil intentions but […]
Click here to start at the beginning of our saga. Otherwise, let’s jump into the fray… I squealed into the parking lot in front of Lou’s Hallmark, careening into an available slot and nearly sending myself through the windshield when I was overly enthusiastic and yanked on […]
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