- Take one egg
- Boil it
I can see from your disapproving glance that more might be needed. Perhaps you’re right and I am just phoning it in using a disconnected Motorola Bravo LX Pager – which you can’t even use as a phone.
You got me.
I can see from your disapproving glance that more might be needed. Perhaps you’re right and I am just phoning it in using a disconnected Motorola Bravo LX Pager – which you can’t even use as a phone.
You got me.
Did you know that I am an expert at weddings?
Did you know that there is no governing body anywhere that regulates who is a wedding expert and there are no set criteria by which to measure one’s expertise at weddings?
I was asked to review a couple of services that either I use or some friends use!
They should never have done this.
Are vampires still a thing? Did Twilight kill that at last? Are they still a romantic ideal of some sort – kind of an aristocratic rape-y sort of thing where someone in a higher economic class comes down and robs you of your free will with their eye-ruffies?
I hope not! I like vampires!
Oh, Phil. Eternally enticing me with new career options.
I kind of imagine him as a perky red-headed man with a nice smile and a “means well” demeanor. More realistically, he probably looks like this:

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