Entries tagged with 'Megan (a.k.a. Auntie Danger)'
Let's face it, in these days of a new frugality and increased consciousness about need vs. want, shopping is deeply uncool. It's about time. Even the ultra-rich have pared back on blatant consumerism - or at least are hiding it...
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Best pal Megan and her 17 year old son Josh are visiting, a fact which always: ... feels totally normal, like they should just be here all the time asking, "So, what should we all do today?"... transforms me into...
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Just in case you needed a baby fix. I know Mak (and the rest of us) are missing ya. Big time. Today, progress: Little Miss Fussypants deigned to allow me to tote her sweet pink hiney around in the Baby...
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I can officially assert that not all houseguests stink after three days. Some you actually wish would move in. (Note: The Varmint actually just said, "Do you think if we emptied out our garage and built a studio, Megan would...
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Meg, the baby and I are walking toward Target when a shark-like Cadillac with a stumpy, cigar-chomping driver cruises by for the second time, seeking out a parking space with his window down and his arm hanging out. Us: "Hey....
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So today, as with most days, I find my mind wandering when I'm supposed to be getting down to business. And today, same as yesterday, I'm thinking about my best friend. The one who has been my best friend since...
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One of the last great bastions of blue collar entertainment in my neighborhood is sadly being torn down in earnest. After 49 years, the Clairemont Bowl is being leveled to make room for yuppie condos. Prior to the "official"...
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Meet the Ubershopper. Notice the single-minded intensity. The steely look in her eyes. She will fling your sorry ass across the room if you dare to grab that classic crocodile purse on double markdown that she's had her eye on....
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