Guys, are you just itching to spend the next three nights on the living-room sofa? Whenever you open your mouth, do you want to receive a cold glare in reply? If your hotdog falls on the floor, do you want your special lady to just let it roll across the kitchen floor, picking up cat hair . . . → Read More: How to Wind Up in the Dog House
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Merriest Christmas to all of you, my darlings. I hope you got something that made you really, really . . . → Read More: God Bless Us, Every One Night before last, I had just stepped out of the shower – and I really do mean “just,” as in “I hadn’t even grabbed my towel yet” – when my cell phone rang. It was Johnny B. (Yeah, I take my cell phone in the bathroom with me when I take a shower. I’m like that.) (Well, what . . . → Read More: Christmas Comes Early to BGHQ! Sunday night, in addition to having our usual Sunday Dinner, some friends and I celebrated our friend Nate’s birthday by decorating Christmas cookies, something none of us ever got to do as children. Over the course of the evening, we figured out exactly why none of our mothers ever saw fit to undertake this particular creative endeavor: It . . . → Read More: Second Coming of Martha Stewart Or, I guess I should say, “Just a Little Weekend Common Decency.” —- Both my parents and grandparents had extensive sets of leather-bound, gold-leaf copies of classic books. I was always sort of vaguely aware of them, particularly at my grandparents’ house. Once, when I was very little, my grandmother let me pick out the book we would . . . → Read More: Just a Little Weekend Love The other night, I started reading As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner. I was supposed to read it for my AP English class my senior year of high school, but in typical lazy-teenager fashion, I skimmed it and bought the Cliff’s Notes. In all fairness, I did read almost everything else on our required reading . . . → Read More: As I Sit Thinking –Richard Carlson Sunday night, I was so freaked out about turning in an article to a new client yesterday that I had stress dreams all night long. I told my friend Bea about one of them in a comment on her blog a minute ago: I had a dream the other night that a zombie got into an . . . → Read More: “Stress is nothing more than a socially acceptable form of mental illness.” |
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