Archive | July, 2014


July 14, 2014


I am always flabbergasted by the ubiquitous restroom sign: “Please do not flush feminine products down the toilet.  They will clog the plumbing.  Use the receptacle provided. Thank you.”  I mean, really?  Every time, I wonder, who are the morons who don’t know this?  Do they have plumbed toilets in their own home or do […]

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The Day A Fish Died

July 8, 2014


Last summer, I went swimming in the ocean, floating really, bobbing gently on the waves, in no more than three feet of water (see previous stories on fear of sharks.)  Normally, I would pee in the ocean, (hey, millions of animals pee in it every day, don’t judge me), but since I had been out […]

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