Note: This post is from three years ago, so it’s a bit dated, but my thoughts are relatively the same. Enjoy. It’s not a shocking revelation to say the blogging world is filled with creatures great and small, bless those beasts and children. What might surprise you, […]
Note: This is an older post that I dug out of the archives, not because we are about to be leaving on a jet plane, but because we are in the midst of finalizing plans for another Spanish jaunt next June. I thought it would be interesting to […]
As mentioned in yesterday’s post, I found a comment thread on an older posting of that same post that compelled me to write a new post. (Confused? I visit that country every day and my passport is worn out.) In any case, here’s the thread (which is not […]
Note: This was originally posted three years ago, on the actual Thanksgiving holiday, so please ignore any discombobulation in the time-space continuum as we approach Turkey Day once more here in the United States of Cultural Divide. The main message of the post is still the same… […]
Just a bit of silliness that meanders toward something more substantial, which is one of the hallmarks of Bonnywood. (At least I hope folks have noticed said hallmark.) To be fair, there are some very specifically-American things mentioned here (although I sprinkled in some transnational shout-outs), but really, […]
Note: Here’s a little series that I used to run annually about this time on one of my blogs, although it’s been dormant for a few years now. I can see in the ancient archives that I have already shoved this one out here on Bonnywood Manor multiple […]
Click here to read this story from the beginning… Tupper Ware hit a button on her phone and slipped it into one of her designer, gin-scented pockets, then turned to her friend, Plexi Glass, and her lover, Tinted Glass. “Okay, here’s the deal. Apparently, the only way […]
Click here to read this story from the beginning… Tupper Ware turned her attention from her phone to her friend Plexi Glass, who was semi-consoling her undead husband, Tinted, as they crouched on opposite sides of the iron bars of a wine cellar/impromptu prison. “I’m on hold […]
Click here to read this story from the beginning… Plexi Glass and Tupper Ware were in the cobwebby basement of Plexi’s massive abode, standing in front of the gated wine cellar wherein Plexi’s undead husband was being held against his undead will. Tinted Glass, the Lazarus-esque husband, […]
Plexi Glass was in a bit of a pickle. And as she often did when encountering situations she couldn’t resolve by waving about her titanium checkbook, she called her best friend. “Tupper, you have got to get over here immediately.” Tupper Ware, already in a bit of a […]
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