I hate NYC Midnight!

Don’t panic, but I’m angry. Large Flatulent Marge, my irate alter ego, has taken temporary (I hope) possession of me. I can tell she’s here because my head is buzzing with hot air and I want to throttle some poor, unsuspecting citizen. (No one’s nearby, so… that’s good.) I didn’t make it to the finalsContinue reading “I hate NYC Midnight!”

The party’s over!

DEAR MISS MANNERS: I have been having trouble setting boundaries with my mother-in-law. Our county is currently under a stay-at-home order. This weekend, she invited her two sisters and two nieces over to my house for a socially distanced al fresco dinner — one to which I had originally only invited her, her son andContinue reading “The party’s over!”

Justifications out the wazoo!

DEAR MISS MANNERS: My partner of over 10 years is a wonderful person, and has been my rock through extraordinarily challenging circumstances. I feel very fortunate that we’ve found each other, and I know he feels the same. My concern is that he has a way of interacting with people — including myself — thatContinue reading “Justifications out the wazoo!”

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