Nice to meet you, I’m William Faulkner

My Internet is being all persnickety today. Let’s see if it lets me post this. Fingers crossed. Last night, I slept a whopping nine hours. Nine hours! Yowza. I never do that. I woke up at 5:30 this morning all perky. (I am rather like a Labrador Retriever with simple...

Pie Makes You Sleepy

I am sleepy. So sleepy. Sleepy, sleepy, sleepy. Why so sleepy? Stayed up late. Got up early. Just ate chocolate pie. Mmm, pie. Pie makes you sleepy. And happy. Happy sleepy. And full of pie. Tomorrow, I will not be sleepy. Tomorrow, I will have words to type....

This is your cat; this is your cat on drugs

About two days ago, I noticed that my kitty, Little Squeak, had started limping. I didn’t think it was a blatant ploy for sympathy and fresh tuna. It’s not like she sidled up to me and sighed, “All the other cats have fresh catnip toys. I’m the...

To those about to rock!

Wow, I LOVED all the amazing responses to the band question. It was sheer heaven reading through them all. And the band names? We must have t-shirts. And, um, actual bands. But no! No, t-shirts are enough. Let’s make people wonder: “Oh, you haven’t...

Name that band

I was recently asked a really fun question by an interviewer. It was such a fun and different question that it totally stumped me. The question was along the lines of this: I know you like music, blah, blah, blah (the interviewer did not say blah, blah, blah…I...

Laugh while you can, Monkey Boy!

Ah, morning. Much better. Rise and shine, sunshine…and get ready to chip ice off the steps. That Nor’easter is a-starting here in Brooklyn. Snow=love. Ice=despair. And a lot of work. ***Before I blog about last night, I’d like to ask a favor. I know...