You know what’s great? Driving to the gym, checking in, changing into your workout clothes . . .

. . . and realizing there are no sneakers in your . . . → Read More: Awesome

Dear folks at Match.com,

Ok, you win.

I admit, way back in 2005 when my sister told me she was signing me up for your services, I was . . . let’s say skeptical. I had my preconceived notions about what type of people resort to online dating and I wasn’t in the market for an unemployed, middle-aged . . . → Read More: To the Match.com Gurus Who Got Only My Initial Sign Up Fee

I’ve never been able to stand those bitchy people that do nothing but piss and moan and spread negative energy everywhere.

It’s even more frustrating to realize that I’ve become one of them.

The last couple weeks I keep catching myself griping. I’ve been ill-tempered and sarcastic at work and pretty much bitter and jaded in general. Recently . . . → Read More: Ms. Cranky Pants

Nothing says welcome home better than discovering that your blog mysteriously broke in your absence.

** So I finally seem to have fixed the problem. Of course, unfortunately I forgot I had made changes to the theme’s stylesheet before I deleted out the old version and upgraded the theme. I guess that means I have more playing . . . → Read More: Surprise!