Fur My Birthday
While JSlow lamented her hatred of packing, I lamented my writers’ block. It’s the end of the year and I’m out of gas. I can... Read More
Ding Dong? Nobody’s Home. Go Away.
While JSlow loves Halloween, I despise it. To me, there is nothing more horrific than hoards of marauding drunk dudes (it’s always the “dudes”) and... Read More