If I’ve learned one thing from my time on social media, it’s that everyone is supposed to have a side hustle. I was feeling lazy the other day and ordered some fast food to be delivered via DoorDash. My argument was that my foot hurt too much to hobble from the couch to my car,
Hey all. I knew the time would come eventually that I wouldn’t have it in me to write something funny. Apparently that time is now. I promise I’m okay. But I need to take this week off. Short version — Mother’s Day sucks and it makes me sad. And Sad Amy can’t write. Well, let
We’ve officially reached that time of year where we are at war with our own house. It’s starting to get warm outside, which consequently makes it warm inside. But it’s not quite warm enough to merit turning on the air conditioning. Nor does the cheapskate in me want to do that just yet. On the
Lately Facebook has been trying to convince me that my marriage is off track. Why do I think that, you ask? Because my news feed has been overrun with ads for romance novels. Now, do *I* have any complaints about my marriage? Nope. I happen to think The Husband and I are a great match.
Gather round, friends. I’m about to make an announcement. I am running for President in 2020. Why, you ask? Why not. Everyone else is doing it. At last count, there are already approximately 3,729.25 candidates already in the running. (The 0.25 is for a guy named Joe who’s thinking about it, and has formally declared
Greetings, humans. Amy is having a rough week and not feeling well, so once again I, The Cat, am stepping in to cover this week’s blog post. You may recall in my previous blog takeover I gave a thoughtful critique outlining my disappointment in how the film industry portrays cats. I was given practically no
So I had a great idea for the blog the other day. Y’all are really gonna like this one. I was thinking about how…uh… …there was this really funny thing that happened, and… …what the crap was it? Umm…hold on…it will come back to me. Oh right. I was going to write a blog about
Today I decided I want to invest in a convertible. No, I’m not talking about a new car. I plan to keep my current vehicle, a 2008 Toyota Corolla named Mrs. Roboto, with me for as long as possible. Because I hate changing cars, but even more than that I hate having a car payment.
Fair warning, y’all. If you happen to see me on the steps of the courthouse shouting protest slogans into a bullhorn, I can tell you who is to blame… …The server at Pappadeux’s. The Husband and I went on a short road trip to celebrate the fact that we had a free weekend. Plus we
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