Category: Phoebe

1.8 Lessons In Random Ordering

(To Be Clear – this is not The Fungus House!) Random ordering is not a sound strategy in a place called The Fungus House. Beatrice’s mushroom pho looked like a pretty piece of modern art in a bowl. Wood’s portobello burger looked like an…

1.7 First Impressions

“I see the nickname now – since you don’t fit the mold of cantankerous old man with hygiene problems. Well they say Elvira in real life is a red head – but Morticia has more class.” “I know right?” Wood chimed in, “I keep…

1.6 Squirm

When Wood’s six foot six frame squirms it signals different things for different people. For his Gran it means he’d bought her another gadget to make her life “easier” – she likes her smart phone, tolerates her smart luggage (a suitcase which follows her…

1.4 The Fungus House

One of the few commercial zones in the city where big box retailers and homogenizing chains fear to tread (due mainly to the fact their shrinkage numbers are astronomical) is the University District. My old stomping ground. Where vintage clothing shops, art nouveau theaters…

1.3 Guaranteed Fun

Since my – definitely not day drinking – butt was firmly planted on the couch contemplating what precisely I was going to do next (and starting to feel rather blue about it), Dourwood’s timing was impeccable. Dourwood: “Laney’s out of town and I need to…

Well Those Didn’t Last Long….

Tragedy! I finished the doughnuts!

1.2 Now What?

So when you have a pink slip in one hand and an eviction note in the other, what do you do? Take the bull by the horns and start working on your imminent move? (Very proactive and adult.) March to the unemployment office and…