An Open Letter to California

An Open Letter to California

Dear California,

I don’t know if I’ve ever told you this, but you rock. Not in an earthquake kind of way, but in a good way.

After all, I’m so grateful you didn’t cave to peer pressure and send to Southern California that ridiculously, bitter cold weather that the rest of the country has succumbed to lately. What is it they call it? Oh yeah, Polar Vortex, which I assume is supposed to scare the bejezus out of you, like calling LA freeway closures, “Carmageddon.” Even Florida got in on the arctic act and that’s a state that tends to go rogue in every election. Continue reading

Love That Bob!

Love That Bob!

Earlier this summer I told you I was dating–for the first time in eons. Well, here’s what you didn’t know. I’ve been dating someone famous! (Actually, this isn’t true, not in the least!)

Or maybe I should say, someone infamous. Really infamous. Cross my heart, hope to die infamous. (Now, this is true.)

Maybe he’s a bit of a lothario. You could say he looks like Don Rickles and and even tosses insults like the comic himself. And without a doubt, he’s in a bit of hot water with all kinds of people. Make that boiling water. Even had to check himself into rehab, but he was such a good patient, he ended up doing a two-week addiction program in less than one. Faster than you can say, “Bob’s your uncle!” Continue reading