Is it a bad omen if your first birthing class is canceled by a bomb threat? Just asking. Just wondering. Don’t think I’m one of those paranoid nut jobs who believes every little thing is a sign — “So when the pigeon with the white feather flew north, that’s how I figured the tornado would wreck the mobile home park.”
Two Idiots Bobbing in the Ocean
Two idiots bobbing in the ocean. The other idiot might take exception to that, but I’m the one writing the column, and the truth is the truth.
Python and Alligator Wars, Oh My
And just when you thought it was safe to head back into the swamp. Out of the Everglades comes the most fascinating, horrifying, terror-inducing, and just plain “Holy refried hoppenjohns” story I’ve heard in a long while. From the Associated Press: “Python bursts after trying to eat gator.”
When Lists Attack
I’m a list addict, a list junkie, a list maniac. My office, my desk and my house often look like a ticker tape parade thanks to notes I leave everywhere. So terrified I will forget something (if there was a fire in the kitchen, I would probably make a list), I scribble endlessly, trying in vain to keep myself in line.