You Call Yourself a Writer? Ugghhh

Brussels sprouts? Or brussels sprouts? Chances are, you’re wrong, either way …

I wonder if the Hardy Boys liked bruised bananas?

Ever wonder what happens to the fruit at the bottom of the pile? Yes, this is going to be another post about one of my recent trips to the grocery store. So, you know those nicely stacked pyramids of apples, oranges, lemons and limes that line the produce section of the Piggly Wiggly …

An ode to the Lunch Lady

I’ve never been a fan of lunch―mostly because the lunch lady that ran the kitchen in my elementary school and her fingerprints. She was nice enough, I suppose. I mean I don’t have any strange or scary memories of run-ins with her or any one of the women that made my midday meals, Monday through…

You’ve seen one lasagna, you’ve seen them all —

I have to be careful here — see this might be one of those posts that earn me a hater or two … but then again, the risk of offending someone to the point that they don’t want to read my blog isn’t really anything I’m overly concerned about. And come to think of it,…

NEWFLASH: Breakfast cereal takes Viagra!

Anyone reading this in advertising? No, I’m not looking to hire, but I do have a question. And yes, I have written about this before – see the talking hot dog on the left if you’re so inclined. Have you seen the latest commercial for Cinnamon Toast Crunch? That’s not my real question … that’s…