Question for this year’s wardrobe inventory…

Can a middle-aged woman pull off leopard print or snakeskin without resembling Peg Bundy?

Well, hot damn…

…all this time, these things came with instructions.

Now, if they’d only explain how to lick a finger with a mask on, my grocery time would be cut in half.

Uncovered pictures of both my great-grandparents on my dad’s side from Hungary at the turn of the 20th century.

Two world wars and a Great Depression later, I’m pretty sure they’d say “Bah” to our 130 days of quarantine.

Nevertheless, I’ve found myself wearing the exact same expression.

After a live AC/DC performance (my own), it occurred to me that I am incapable of pronouncing “dynamite” with an “a.”