Guest captioned by a friend: “Heineken?! I ordered a Pabst Blue Ribbon!” Bad news: flight delayed three hours due to “mechanical failure” (now I know why the bro-in-law calls it “Northworst”). Good news: Axel’s Firepit Lounge or whatever it’s called was happy to let in a patron who was way,
Estrogen hormone, courtesy  3Dchem.com Day of womanness, part one: My plumbing, Myself. About a week ago I had a stout reminder of my biologically female selfhood, lest I think my ‘twixt genders state gets me off any essentially biological hooks: the one-two punch of (1) an external & internal ultrasound
“Straw– went– in. Straw– went– in.” So went the plaintive cry from the back seat. “She probably pulled it out. Just throw it away,” said the frequently impatient–but boy is she productive!–Other Parent, as she exited the vehicle for speed-errand #7 in a series. “Heh heh” sez I, knowing a