MyPheme – Tell It Like It Is

Three kinds of Pop Tarts minced and then wrapped in a fruit roll.

It was the first and last encounter with The Angry Waxer

I love the Midwest because they never count the fat grams or calories.

The Big C did not disappoint.

Trying to open the impossibly hard plastic "clamshell" packaging can send you to the emergency room.

It's endlessly endless.  I have to start making peace with it already.  In a way, it keeps me going.

After 35 years, I'm still trying to explain to the world that I DID NOT have a starring role in the movie JAWS.

Here's something to replace the headache excuse.

The higher the stupid quotient, the more successful the show. How about SO YOU THINK YOU CAN JUDGE?

A Formerly? What does that make me?