I have cotton head, Pumpkins. My homeopath says it’s yeast. Now I’m afraid to sit under the dryer in case I bake something. Speaking of which, the McTavishes just rolled into some dough by selling their biz to the Mennonites…
With the Poseidon Adventure playing out on high def TV screens all over North America, we have some fires to put out, Pumpkins. Holy Titanic! A couple of rocks and poof, the Med flows into the theatre! Call me…
It’s January, Pumpkins, and while it might be warm here in the T-dot by frostbitten Canadian standards it’s still pretty nipply for a woman of my breeding and skimpy sartorial tastes. The news boy got his fix of Cuban…
Looking to expand your business, dahrlings? Go east, young entrepreneur. And I don’t mean Halifax. In case you haven’t noticed, Asia’s exploding. The travel industry over where the sun rises makes Canada’s ITC Inc. look like Horton’s Whoville. The…
Hellooo! Is anybody still out there? I don’t see any signs of the impeding apocalypse, Pumpkins. Although by midnight on the 31st , I wouldn’t have recognized armageddon from a mastodon. My astrologer actually says the stars, planets…
I knew it would come to this, Pumpkins. The feds were bound to mandate full disclosure at some point. Although the law doesn’t go into effect until next Christmas, I think it’s best I grab the bull by the horns.…
The Kim is dead. Long live the Kim. It’s really no wonder Kim Jong Il was a pissant tyrant with weird hair, Pumpkins. Who calls their son Kim? You just know that kid will grow up a bully. “Hey,…
Emoticons remind me of squealy 12 year old girls passing notes. I was never twelve, Pumpkins. At least not the smiley face kind. But someone has had the good sense to invent a sarcasm emoticon – they call it SarcMark…
Well, I do declare, Pumpkins! I never thought the south would be taken by a Canadian. In capturing Atlanta’s Vacation Express, the Hunters have cunningly invaded the U.S. market. Soon the orange flag will fly all over the south east…
