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
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
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
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
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.
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
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,
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 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
Anyone else not sure how old they are? For the record, I am legally 34 years old. I say “legally” because that’s what it says on my driver’s license and other legal documents. That’s probably because if you do the math from my date of birth, it amounts to roughly 34 years on this planet.