9 full days now of “influenza.” my doctor won’t call it the flu, he insisted on repeating the above, four syllabic, flowery, italian sounding word for my week plus, bed-ridden affliction. i’m not sure if this was his way of getting me to lie...
we did it. we did it good. oc spin showed up, put out, and left money on the bedside table. {yes, i said that.}i know it was a indoor spin-a-thon, but we also added dancing, hugging, and a love-fest to the activities as well. my aha moment occurred two hours into the...
my pants would burst into flames if i said your generosity stunned me. two nights ago i dreamt i called the police on myself for airbrushing my passport photo. lying isn’t a shot i swig down handily. so what i’m trying to say is, yes, you ARE too old for...
