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Giving ’em the slip, social graces be damned.
Friday night I did something I haven’t done in five years: attended an in-person company holiday party. After several years of virtual parties (or none at all), I kinda assumed traditional ones like this had gone extinct. The fact that TobacCo only employs about 30 people must have something to do with that. Seems like…
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Rockin’ Around Like Brenda Lee
Would you believe the #1 song on the Billboard Hot 100 this week is 65 years old? Brenda Lee was 13 when she recorded “Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree,” and six and a half decades later, this perennial holiday classic reached #1 for the first time ever. Pretty mind-boggling, huh? I can’t begin to tell…
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A perfect storm of indictments and restraining orders.
Often, when Tara and I are out somewhere – say, a bar – we’ll find ourselves chatting up the couple next to us, or our server, or some other unsuspecting sap. Nine times out of ten, the fact that we’re new(ish) to Wisconsin pops up. Whenever it does, we inevitably hear the same question: “What…
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Martha Stewart doesn’t live here anymore.
On Thanksgiving Day, my friend Heidi wrote, My favorite time of year is getting to see what everyone is making and how they’re setting their table. I had to laugh. Heidi’s table looked gorgeous. Like a page out of Martha Stewart Living. There were candles and placemats and fancy harvest-themed decorations. Our T-Day was decidedly…
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I can’t be throwing Benjamins around.
I recently had an email conversation with a blog buddy named Going Down the Road Feeling Grand. Boy, is that a mouthful! You know, we berate celebrities for giving their kids unusual names. I’m looking at you, Elon Musk/Grimes, Chris Martin/Gwyneth Paltrow, Beyonce/Jay Z, and pretty much every Kardashian, but apparently even regular folks saddle…
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On the hunt for good sushi.
Tropical fish have been a hobby of mine since I was a teenager, and I’ve had aquariums pretty much nonstop my entire adult life, minus a few stretches when I was living in apartments. Even then, I still had a goldfish bowl or two. When I was 17, I ducked into a tropical fish store…
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