Snakes, stereos, and revenge: A Saint Patrick’s Day story

Survey time, my friends. I’d like to know what Saint Patrick’s Day means to you. Is it (select an answer): A) An opportunity to honor Saint Patrick and his efforts to spread the message of Christianity. B) A story about a dude and some snakes in Ireland, and they became drinking buddies or something. I

What time is it? It’s fry sauce o’ clock.

Raise your hand if you’re confused as all get out. Perhaps you’re thinking “I’m confused — why is she asking me if I’m confused?” To that, I will respond with three simple words: Daylight. Saving. Time. Or maybe it should be standard time. What time are we in right now, anyways? I could Google the

Scenes From a NyQuil Coma

It’s another rough week for blogging, y’all. My illness continues to leave me couch bound. You would think that would be conducive to good writing, but no. I’m too doped up on cold medications to sentence good. *Dozes off for a couple hours and wakes up to the glow of the laptop* Oh, right. I

When Karma Runs You Over With a Segway

It’s gonna be a short blog this week, y’all. Yours truly is down for the count with an absolutely brutal sinus infection. A word of advice, my friends. Never gloat about how you managed to get through cold and flu season relatively unscathed. Don’t even gloat about it in your head. Because karma will hear

My cat the fitness buff

Recently I had the thought “I wonder what it would be like to take the cat to the gym.” Why would I want to do such a thing, you ask? You’re probably thinking I’m a glutton for punishment. Perhaps. The reason I think about cats is the gym is that I wonder if that would

Don’t go breakin’ my (candy) heart…

Recently the nation was treated to the State of the Union address. Now, I’m not usually one to weigh in on political matters. But I couldn’t help but notice a glaring omission, a national emergency that cannot be ignored… …They’re not making candy conversation hearts this year. And that is an outrage. I’ll be honest.

Happy Birthday, Blog!

This week marks the one year anniversary of Oh Fudge A Muffin. The first post went live on February 6th, 2018. Which made me think… …how does one properly celebrate a blog’s birthday? Does it have a birthday? Or would it be more appropriate to call it an anniversary? Blog-a-versary? Are there cards for such

Come Sing The Career Day Blues

The other day I thought, “I wonder what I would be doing in my life if middle school career day was honest.” You remember career day, don’t you? A bunch of well dressed professionals would show up and sit at booths. And you and all your awkward preteen friends would shuffle around, clipboards in hand,

Bright colors and loud noises, please!

If there are any TV executives who happen to be fans of this blog and are wondering what I would like for my birthday, I have a suggestion. Don’t worry, my birthday isn’t until July, so you’ve got time to put this initiative into motion. I WANT TV TO STOP BEING SO DARK. Let me

The Dreamiest Of Phones.

The other day I stumbled upon a blast from the past. Turns out my parents still have my Dream Phone. What does that mean, you ask? Dream Phone is an early 90’s board game. Being the early 90s, the game really looks more like something out of the 1980’s. I got mine when I was