Day 153, Monday, August 7, 1979. Location: Cirrus Mt., AB.
Another sleepless night. We must be eating too late or not walking enough miles. Or maybe it’s the altitude—I don’t know. 2,094 more words
This post is dedicated to the obnoxious guy at the Sears Home Improvement booth across the aisle from me at the State Fair. He’s armed with two rulers and a heavy duty brochure booklet. 631 more words
It has been 13 years and I have come to the realization that the man I call “spouse” is truly an inconsiderate, immature, lazy man. I can’t think of any better way than to to illustrate the numerous events that have, and continue to transpire, compelling me to believe as I do. 781 more words