Shit that happens


Pink Doors

Mister and I went to Amsterdam when travel was still a thing. Of course, we went by the red light district hoping to see something we couldn’t see in Canada. People urinating on the sidewalk. Oh, and half-naked people dancing in fishbowls. I wanted to go when it wasn’t too dark out to avoid......

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My Commode

I was recently at a hospital emergency, to have my card stamped. I thought pneumonia, they thought COVID. We agreed to disagree and I’m self-isolating because I want a bed and bathroom to myself not because I’m wrong. (PS: the answer was no to both, thankfully. Just a run-of-the-mill, nothing-to-write-about-here, respiratory infection. In the......

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