How furious was I? Well, what’s hotter than fire? Try 250,000F of sheer unadulterated rage nebula. And all pinned on my husband.
I make champion eater Sonya “the Black Widow” Thomas look like she’s picking at her plate. I’m also chewing away because I’m eating my feelings: My beloved neurosurgeon has Elvised. Left the building. Gone. Totally out of the blue.
All kinds of fun happening like steroids, my own addled-ness, with things like “How do I dial this number correctly, unlike the first seven times?” and resorting to asking the phone “When are you opening, Crazy Bowlz?
Take the kids: Día de los Muertos celebrations | Model train shows | Why you want an exchange student in your life
I used to numb the area with a spray that is now known to compromise healthy skin tissue, then various topical meds that never worked for me; then I tried ice, but by the time everything got set up for the draw, it was more hassle than it was worth. So now I go commando and just suck it up.
Take the kids: Night of 100 Pumpkins in New Paltz, zombie skate in Saugerties, Woodstock Halloween parade and so much more!
When is boring preferable to interesting? Cancer appointments. No one wants to be the “interesting” patient.
Haunted tours, tales and rails, pumpkin-carving, a festival of scarecrows and more Halloween treats
It’s not my time to stop. Not yet. I still have plenty of bounce in me.
Ever see the statue of Sojourner Truth in Port Ewen? Trina Greene’s statue of a young Sojourner Truth is filled with surprises. Look carefully at the ground on which Truth walks.