Losing My Shit

2008 has not been a banner year for this couple of Lady Gays. We’ve been lazy, which is part of the problem, but I’m also blaming it on the probable consumption of gluten which had made Janie tired, sad, bored, grumpy, hungry, thirsty, hot, cold, aloof, indifferent, indecisive, pushy, unable to concentrate, forgetful and, once, [&hellip

What a real...

So I’m closing in on the end of my beloved book The Children of Henry VIII. Mary is queen now, after John Dudley, the first Duke of Northumberland and a total douchebag, tried to take her out. He cried like a baby when he was arrested,  brought to the tower and, finally, sentenced to death. [&hellip

Incredibly Involved in...

I can’t post much today because I am reading The Children of Henry VIII. I’m at the part where Mary, the Catholic and oldest sibling, has been forbidden to practice her religion by her brother and those that rule on his behalf until he comes of age and is having secret masses said by a [&hellip

Clearance Table

In Amy Sedaris’ book, I Like You: Hospitality Under the Influence, she mentions that at her dinner party, she assembles a table of items in her house that she no longer wants, and sells them to her guests for a quarter a piece. She always sells out. I thought that was pretty clever, as I [&hellip