Don’t look now but COVID-19 has prompted yet another unforeseen onslaught: the constant rerunning of certain classic television sitcoms. I mean, they’ve trotted out some treasures that are trending higher than Trump’s Twitter, a’ight? I’m not clear on who decided which shows would ...
Well, finally. He’s gone. Man, I didn’t think he was ever gonna leave. Talk about an overstayed spring break, sheesh! I mean, that kid’s been home for what, like, five months now? Well, four months and 27 days ... and 17 hours and 42 minutes. It would’ve been five months on the nose ...
You know how people always ask what you’d take with you if you were stranded alone on a desert island? Nope, that’s not a typo. So, by the by, what is a DESERT island, exactly? Is it like the Sahara — only smaller and plopped in the middle of the Dead Sea. Because, I’m thinking, if it’s mostly sand, any other sea might effectively obliterate it in a single, hellacious hurricane. Sort of like rapid-fire erosion. I digress. Either way, for the purposes of this particular discussion, let’s say our island is a little less desert and a little more deserted. And lushly ...
I know, I know. I’m sort of shifting direction. Last week I gave you lots of suggestions for avoiding certain topics related to a certain issue dominating certain lives. Like, um, the lives of all those of all the humans currently residing on the third rock from the sun. In my last offering, I asked you to stop listening to all the COVID-19 talk and practically begged you to steer clear of even thinking about anything related to the pandemic. And now, here I am, addressing it head-on. I suppose you could say I flipped. Or flopped. Or flip-flopped. Or waffled. Or changed ...
You need not be particularly religious, spiritual or faith-filled to have heard of them. You don’t necessarily have to be predominantly good or bad, either, BT dubs. They are likely as identifiable in the secular world as the pious one. So, surely you’ve heard of the seven deadly sins, right? If not, you can easily look ’em up. After you do, be sure to avoid ’em because they no bueno, yo. And in today’s you-know-what laden world, I have grown EXTREMELY weary of certain terms, references and phrases. Listen to me, friends: Your pal Chatty Patty is a words girl, always ...
There are a lot of things in my life about which I’m pretty sorry. For instance, I’m sorry for still going to my senior high school prom with the boy who dumped me on my 18th birthday three weeks earlier. I mean, I already had the dress and everything. Besides, I thought for sure it’d be a “Sixteen Candles” kind of happy ending at the close of the dance. You know, when he’d realize I was Demi Moore, Ally Sheedy and Molly Ringwald all rolled into one and beg me to take him back? Instead, he ignored me right up to the point when I had to find my own ride home. ...
