1. I made the best Greek salad for dinner last night.
2. My husband went out and got a bag of Wendy's afterwards.
3. He also picked up some Swedish fish at Fuzzywigs.
4. He loves Swedish fish, even though they get stuck in his fillings.
5. I don't have any fillings.  I've never even had a cavity. But I don't like Swedish fish.
6. After he finished his Swedish fish, he asked me if I wanted to go on a drive.
7. I thought this was going to be somewhere romantic.
8. Actually, he was just going to get some diet Coke and figured it was a nice night, so he'd get it at one of the bigger stores instead of going to the corner store.
9. My husband can be a royal pain in the arse.
10. But he feels the same way about me, so it's all good.

To my friends:

Right after I post this, I will be shutting my computer down, unplugging it, packing it into the back of my car with the rest of my possessions, and driving away from this state.

This is because I could not find another job locally, and we lost our home.

This is because my former job was eliminated due to budgetary constraints.

I had a lot, a LOT, more to say about this subject, when I originally posted this. Unfortunately, I felt pretty unprofessional after I posted it, no matter how true it is.

I have taken it offline. If you missed it and would like to see it, please email me.

All of you have risen to the occasion with both moral and financial support: Thank you, a thousandfold. It may be a while before I can log in again, but I will try to update as soon as possible.

So George Carlin goes to a hospital and says, "Doc, I got these chest pains."

It didn't go over well.

I know that, as a comedian, George Carlin has died plenty of times, but yesterday, he died.

Oh, man, I am so bummed. Even more than I was when Mitch Hedburg took that big broken escalator to heaven.

The three things I hope happened after Carlin did the big cackeroo: 

1. He arrived at the Pearly Gates and said, "Shit, piss, fuck, cunt, cocksucker, motherfucker, and tits, I was wrong this whole time."
2. St. Peter (Carlin was raised Irish Catholic before he reached the age of reason) greeted him at the Gates and said, "Hey, Carlin — welcome to Door Number Four."
3. The Gates opened and Tippy ran out, yapping, panting, and saying, "I-thought-you-were-never-gonna-get-here I-thought-you-were-never-gonna-get-here where-the-fuck's-the-food?"

Lots of stuff going on.  I'm hesitant to talk about it right away due to so little of it being firmly in place as yet, but I should, eventually, be blogging the going-on-stuff in more detail at golfwidow.net.

Till then, there is this, which I have blatantly ganked from Dave XX, and you can always head over to golfwidow.net for other, less frivolous but no more newsworthy, postosity.

1. If you won the lottery big time, what would you do?

Pay off my debts, put aside some for my retirement, then give the remainder to the IRS and say, "Here.  Never bother me again."

2. What's your signature dish?

I think the savory dish that gets the most compliments from people is my harvest stuffing, great with beef, pork, or poultry; but my signature dish overall is probably my scratch brownies, which have been known to make men weep like happy moms at weddings.

3. Which website do you visit if you need cheering up?

Cute Overload is good for a fat cat in a small basket, but I Can Has Cheezburger is good for a fat cat in a small basket with the caption "MUFFIN TOPZ".

4. Which country's going to win the European Footie Championship?

I know next to nothing about American sports, let alone European.  I'm going with Turkey, because they have the best kabobs.

5. And what's the scariest thing that has ever happened in your neighbourhood?

A woman got stabbed with a knife and slashed up with a broken bottle down the street, last autumn.  Her ex-boyfriend did it.