By Michael Gushue & CL Bledsoe You wake up. It’s either Wednesday or Saturday. If it’s Wednesday you’re screwed because you’re supposed to be in Puerta Vallarta getting married, which you are clearly not. …

By Michael Gushue & CL Bledsoe First off, let’s get this out of the way. We don’t go to therapy — never have and never will! Therapy is for crazy people, and we’re not crazy, no matter what our therapists say. WAIT. Ignore that last bit. We kid; a therapist…

By Michael Gushue & CL Bledsoe It’s hard to believe, but some people can actually afford a place with a little bit of land. Most of them just grow grass, but a rare few try to grow something else. Pot. Opium. Cocaine. Beets. But we’re not talking about them. We’re…

By Michael Gushue & CL Bledsoe Let’s say there’s someone who has the power of life and death over you, someone who — if they so desired — could roast you on a spit over hot coals while whipping you with a broom made of cholla shrubs. Or they could…

By Michael Gushue & CL Bledsoe We all get set in our ways, like so much concrete poured in so many exes’ cars. Our loved ones are no exceptions. Mealtime can get to be a drag. The same old stuff out of the same old boxes. You can try to…

Now that the Federal Government has returned after having wandered off who knows where and who knows why after we left alone it in the parking lot — IT WAS FOR 5 MINUTES! — many of you are wondering What Now? Here’s an Idea: Everybody wants to complain about government…

You get home from work (i.e., you close your laptop and move from the right side of your couch — the work site — to the left side of the couch — “home”) and start thinking about suppertime. There are four foodstuffs in your fridge — espresso-flavored yogurt, a jar…

By Michael Gushue & CL Bledsoe We all have stress in our lives. Work. Family drama. Bills. Timmy. What would be great would be if we could find a way to release some of that stress in a productive way that might lead to something useful or at least tangible…

By Michael Gushue & CL Bledsoe You wake up on New Year’s Eve. You’ve got the day off, there are frozen waffles in the freezer, your girlfriend Pam has a birth control patch. Life is Good. You do the first thing everyone does before getting out of bed. You check…