Do you remember The Fixx?
They were a London-based new wave band — well, new back in the early 1980s, anyway.
Oh, and when I say new wave, I’m not necessarily referring to their hair, although I could be, clearly. Those boys had bangs you could land a 747 on, I tell ya.
In fact, only ...
I’ve been called many things in my life.
Several of which are unfit to print … or even post to social media … or speak in front of your priest.
But that was mostly when I was little and sparring with my sister, Gina. Okay fine, when I was getting whooped on by her, whatever. ...
I’m good with the people stuff, as it were.
No, I’m not bragging. I’ve never thought that was a very good look.
Tooting one’s own horn = bad form, egotistic, patently rude and just kinda icky.
Now, if I’m gushing about the sheer wonderfulness that is my child, well, that’s ...
Remember that “Seinfeld” episode when Jerry rented a car at the airport but, upon trying to pick it up, was told, “There aren’t any cars. We ran out.”
Jerry built an entire schtick about how anyone can TAKE a reservation, but it’s really the HOLDING of the reservation that’s the ...
Well, clearly, I am in denial.
If I’ve done it once, I’ve done it two dozen times.
In fact, during the course of the weekly e-bulletin I write at my day job, I did it thrice.
THREE TIMES in a single newsletter!
Yep. Just as I do every year around this time, I keep accidentally referring ...