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Get your pencils ready, because it’s time for another pop culture news quiz!
How to turn a carpet remnant into a rug in 38 easy steps:
Like many people who have been stuck at home, I’ve become a novice birdwatcher. Some of the birds I see are easy to identify, like the wild turkey that wandered into the yard, or the two vultures that decided to perch on my back deck one day. (Let me say that again: There were VULTURES. On m…
I haven’t had a bath since this pandemic started.
I’m having an identity crisis. I’m not who people think I am.
I think I have found my favorite place in the new house: at the kitchen table, fresh cup of coffee, looking out the window at the front yard and its stretch of flower beds.
I’m going to need something new to watch soon. It’s a good thing all these new video streaming services are coming on board.
It was another big week in weird news. Take this handy quiz to see if you’ve been paying attention. (Answers are down there at the bottom).
I don’t do yard work. It’s not my thing. I’m bad at it. I’m allergic to sweat. I wilt in the heat. In any division of duties, I have always taken the inside job.
Let’s see who’s been paying attention to the outside world this week. Take our handy news quiz to see how well you’ve been keeping up.
Four months ago, if you told me I needed to “flatten the curve,” I would have thought you were referring to my hips.
My world got a little bit brighter the first time I ordered groceries via Instacart. Somebody else would do my shopping for me? Is this how the 1% live?
I am a little disappointed in whomever was in charge of naming this virus. COVID-19 sounds like it’s one of the 22 cables coming out of the back of my TV.
This will not be my first messed-up Easter.
Oh so NOW the CDC tells me I should wear a mask if I’m going out in public. I don’t have a mask. Y’all done bought up all the masks.
On this week’s episode of Real (Boring) Housewife of Calhoun County …
Which office should I work from today — the bed or the couch?
Not to brag or anything, but I’ve been practicing self-isolation for a couple of weeks now, and I’m pretty good at it.
Doctors are saying it. Politicians are saying it. Your mother is saying it.
Ah spring! The daffodils are blooming, the birds are chirping, something in the house is beeping.
Happy Bissextile Year!
A few months ago, my husband and I were in the midst of some serious downsizing when he looked at me and asked, “Are we keeping the piano?”
Remember when online personality quizzes were fun? “Which Disney Princess Are You?” (I’m Jasmine). “What Would Be Your Fate in The Hunger Games?” (I would win! But only because I ran away and hid really well).
Just as there as those of us who watch the Grammys just to see who’s going to get bleeped, or the Oscars to see how low the cleavage can go, or the Golden Globes to see whom Ricky Gervais insults, there are those of us who watch the Super Bowl solely for the commercials.
Here I sit, with all the world’s collective knowledge, spanning thousands of years, at my fingertips, funneled through wires and through the air into a remarkably tiny machine balanced on my lap.
