I miss the good old days when I called a business and a real live person who could help me answered the phone. There weren’t recorded people on the other end of the line who directed me to push a certain button to reach someone who might be able to help me. There weren’t technological…
Author: Eliza G
A Snap and Two Barks
I was in Chattanooga last week. I’d been there before but only on a pass-through from Nashville. This was a pass-through too, but I had a little extra time to explore. However, things got a little ruff. I decided to walk from the Chattanooga Choo Choo to the riverfront area rather than take the shuttle. …
The Great Pretenders…. Or Liars
I can remember playing pretend when I as a child. I would clean up the little wooden playhouse in the back yard, arrange the kitchen, set the table with dusty old china, and have my mom come over for tea. I was about 5 years old at the time and the playhouse didn’t have electricity…
What’s Free?
I don’t write about politics because there is absolutely nothing fabulously funny about it. But the reality is, I have to live under the rules put in place by those who engage in rhetoric-rhetoric designed to make me believe that I’m getting something that I’m not. Spring is the time of year when I take…
Shredded by the Shredder
It’s hard for me to type today because my fingers are sore and swollen. They got a little cut up during a recent situation. In hindsight, it was a fabulously funny situation, but at the time, I wasn’t laughing. And neither were my fingers. I did some spring cleaning this week and I started in…
A Day Late and A Dollar Short
I know, I know! I’m a day late, but I’m not a dollar short-at least I don’t think so. Actually, ‘day late and dollar short’ is a funny saying. I consulted with my friend Urban Dictionary who said it’s “…like if a guy likes you and then another one asks you out before him, you…
My Fruit of the Womb 