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And you thought this blog was as gone as POGs.
We’re in the full summer swing, even if your calendar says we’ve got to wait another week.
“This should be fun to unpack.” – my therapist, furiously scribbling notes after reading this.
There’s only so many hangers you can have in your closet before the rack begins to curve in the middle.
Have I earned my PNW card yet? Will this post convince the powers that be to issue me one?
Mercury’s in retrograde again. Time to hop back on the ol’ blog.
There is no limit to how many freshly fried potatoes I can shove down my gullet in one go. For the sake of this article, I’ve spread out my personal potato consumption.
I’ve got the brain that never sleeps, it seems.
On my resume, you’ll see I have 8+ years of experience trudging through snow squall warnings and similar weather events.
I didn’t know what to expect when I walked in, but when I walked out, I knew that I had experienced something magical.