The Hangover, Part 2
PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT # 633: HANGOVERS WITH CHILDREN ARE MUCH, MUCH WORSE. Almost everyone has an initial run in with over-imbibing. We call it a...
Cringeworthy, embarrassing tales.
PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT # 633: HANGOVERS WITH CHILDREN ARE MUCH, MUCH WORSE. Almost everyone has an initial run in with over-imbibing. We call it a...
“Mom, Santa is real, right?” My daughter asked me imploringly, looking up with wide eyes. These things always happen at inopportune moments. Lying, that is....
As I sit here, plunking away at the keys, I wish I could go back in time and change things. Actually one very small thing,...
Spandex is a wonderful invention. It doesn’t feel good or breathe right or cure disease, it just sucks your flab in at all the right...
WARNING: THIS ARTICLE QUALIFIES AS TMI, or “TOO MUCH INFORMATION.” IF YOU ARE SQUEEMISH, AVERT THINE PRECIOUS EYEBALLS. About eight years ago, I lived in...
There I was, hitting the pavement, pounding away with my ancient and dilapidated sneakers, only three minutes into my run. I was prepared, I had...
Happy Mothers Day!! If you’ve never read If You Give a Moose a Muffin, don’t. It’s okay. You don’t have to. Or any of the...
I know it is wrong to complain about vacations. Growing up, my family didn’t really do them; we camped instead. We struggled with an enormous...
I thought I’d better check in, in case any of you thought I’d died during ski lessons. I did not die! I thought maybe I...
At the time, I thought it was a good idea. Besides, they don’t let you into “Ski Wee” if you are almost forty. So, my...
I call the blog “The Obtuse Angle” because I love the word “obtuse” and I like to poke fun at myself, even if I’m anything but simple. It’s my angle, a way for me to bring levity to the world. The blog is like traveling to the basement of my brain––the messy place, for less-polished, off-the-cuff musings.
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