I have been using microwaves since I was a Wee Meg. I recall that the first microwave I used had a dial. My favorite thing to do at the tender age of 5 was run to the microwave, set it at one second, wait for it to go, “Ting!” and say, “Hey, I have an idea!”
I’m a firm believer that sound effects are key for announcements, no matter how small.
“I have an idea! Continue reading “A Microfire in the Microwave”
I’m going to tell you a little secret.
I mean, this just the internet. It’ll just stay between you and me, right?
I don’t like cleaning.
I mean, I don’t mind wiping down the counters after I make a quick sandwich (I’ve really been into bologna this week. What’s that about?). I shed like a molting parakeet, so I also don’t have any qualms about wiping my hair up after a good brushin’. I also panic and Continue reading “Why Cleaning Becomes A Makeover”
I get it.
Age is just a number.
With age comes wisdom (if you know me, you can take time to laugh before moving on).
Early thirties isn’t that old, in the scheme of things.
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Really, I’m just old enough to finally get that I don’t know anything and I’m not supposed to.
I don’t like to say my age but for the sake of this post I’ll dish out that Continue reading “How Can I Adult if I Look 12?”