I’m Not a Robot

I think it’s weird whenever I come across one of those CAPTCHAs designed to thwart spam and I am asked to check a box stating that I’m not a robot. Because inevitably I click the box and a few seconds later, my comment has posted. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad the process is so … Continue reading I’m Not a Robot

The Agony and the Egg-stacy

I feel like an extra in a Portlandia sketch, because I've got my own egg guy now. This all began last week when a coworker arrived with a carton of farm fresh eggs. She said she had a supplier and might be able to hook us up, too. I was immediately interested, because fresh eggs are, … Continue reading The Agony and the Egg-stacy