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Lulu needs a new car, y’all.  Case in point:

If you know me, I’m quite sure that you are deathly ill of hearing me talk about the old girl.  Slowly, but surely, she is falling apart—one small piece at a time.  Since 2001, I have been driving a 1998 Buick Century, which we gratefully inherited from [...]

Y’all, Lulu has tumbled into the Great Depression of Mass Proportions.  If there is such a place as Zoloft Island, somebody needs to put me on a plane there—ASAP—and I’m willing to pay my weight in to get there.  Grab a tissue and let Lulu explain.
You see, I have been working at home for [...]

Lulu is in some serious trouble. I have approximately 50 cases of Girl Scout cookies holed up in a spare bedroom. I’m storing them for my niece’s Girl Scout troop…

I’m trying to keep the door closed and wish them away, but it doesn’t seem to be working. They continue to taunt me from the other [...]

Birds suck.  There, y’all, I just came right out and said it.  Birds do not like me, and therefore, Lulu does not like them.  They are devilish creatures who like to mock me, attack me, steal food from my hands, and take up residence inside my home.  Seriously.  For the second time in a month, [...]