The Boy apparently had an epiphany earlier this afternoon after I graciously declined his poorly thought out suggestion for weekend plans:
“Romancing you, Virginia, is about like trying to feed cough syrup to a pit viper.”
Admittedly, I have no idea what that’s supposed to mean but, regardless, I’m a little bit flattered. How could I not […]

The Boy came in and tracked figurative-but-kind-of-literal sand in with him, leaving it in the bathtub and on the living room floor, getting it in my ears, spreading it wherever his head touched when he leaned back and sprinkling it across the tops of my feet.
He’s being carefully, deliberately impressive, trying to push the […]

The crazy onlooker at the airport was onto something. *sob*

Thirteen WTF? Things in As Many or Less Days
1) While I waited for The Boy to figure out how he was going to fit his Mariah-Carey-on-tour-sized luggage into the trunk of my car, a stranger stopped and exclaimed, with a concerning amount of seriousness, that I, Virginia the Queen, could be Nancy Grace’s sister! […]

You don’t live here.
If you did, I’d get you to burn those fuglyass skateboarding shoes and I’d also learn to sleep with one eye open.
That is all. Everyone please return to your regularly scheduled programming.