The Classiest Thanksgiving Ever.
You know me… I like to flout tradition whenever possible. And so, like last year, MysteryMan and I opted out of a china-and-crystal thanksgiving and
You know me… I like to flout tradition whenever possible. And so, like last year, MysteryMan and I opted out of a china-and-crystal thanksgiving and
In the last week it seems like I finally got enough balls in the air– so to speak– that I’ve managed to strike a balance
I bet with all the Red Pepper deliciousness on this page you thought I forgot I owned power tools, but fear notpeople, despite the rapidly
I laugh at the title of this post because I may be the last person on the face of the planet from whose mouth you
I'm not interested in a mediocre life. I'm here to kick ass or die.
Back in 2004 I started writing about my adventures in fixing up houses on the internet. A lot of things have changed since then, with me, with my houses, and with the internet. These days I am basically a cranky old man trapped in a slightly less old woman’s body. The internet has changed and I am staunchly refusing to change with it. You won’t find any algorithms here, or feeds, or ads, or social media. Just good old-fashioned stories about a woman drinking beer and building shit, and living an unexpected life.
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