I usually try to alternate my tales – one week it’s Willie and Indy, the next it’s my outdoorsmen. But I’m at The Cabin and the shower and I are fighting. I need a third party who may be sympathetic. To understand our fight, you’ll want to know a bit about our relationship. We…
My stylist, Cindy, stepped back from my hair, horror and dismay on her face. Normally a beautiful shade of (chemically-enhanced) blonde, my hair lay before Cindy a garish copper blonde, fading to orange at the nape of my neck and down to the brittle, flaked ends. I know what I did. Cindy knows what…
There are a few things I haven’t told you about The Cabin. This is mostly because Don thinks these things make us sound rich. I think you probably know I can tell you all about these things while utterly failing to make us sound rich. For starters, we actually have two cabins. The…