Paul (he/him/his)

It’s beginning to look like Fall at The Kawata Estates & Corporate Tower.

I hate and love this at the same time. Good luck!

I’ve enhanced my awkward yard space by creating a Pink Flamingo garden.

The House Monitor

Lessons in Paul 101. I’ll grill; therefore, I am.

Lawn care supervisors.

A popular biscuit place moved to my neighborhood. If you ever get on my bad side, a gift of one of these will always smooth things over.

I thought growing old would take longer.

Grilling is my love language.

Or… what if we filled this space with kindness, positive energy, and pictures of puppies? Oh, and used proper punctuation and grammar?

My therapy.

Eureka!

Everytime I find a dead bug in my cocktail, I think to myself: “That’s genius!”

And now my sanctuary has become their sanctuary.

My sanctuary.

Been there. Not long ago I sprang my big toe… while sleeping.

Wait until 40, it’s fun. In fact, 41 is fun. But 42 is when things start to break down and you’ll be able to predict changes to weather patterns by the pains in your shoulder.

To honor the moment, the newly-engaged couple have decided the theme color for their wedding will be powder room blue. Gift bags will include shell-shaped soap you’re not suppose to use.

She knew something was about to happen when he turned off the fan earlier than usual.

It was such a sweet and emotional moment. Not just tears flowed.

Getting on one knee can be painful. But if you’re already sitting down…

A sweet friend of mine planned to propose to his girlfriend in a romantic, elaborate way. When none of his plans came together, he ended up proposing to her in their bathroom.

Thank you, sweet friend. The jokes from this write themselves.

Once again I’m drinking like someone half my age.

Current POV.

I’m 53. I could be spending my time drinking martinis, completing cross-stitch patterns, and watching shows on CBS. But instead, I spend my free time leading an LGBTA+ kickball league filled with players half my age. Jealous?

I’ve decided to radically depart from my life-long hairstyle of football helmet to growing a mullet. I like it so far, but it’s started giving Carol Brady chic.

You sound like my husband. And my doctor. And my life coach. And my bill collectors. And my Aunt Joanie who makes me apple pies and tells me I can’t have a slice until I do 25 pushups and make a donation to her church.

Thank you. This helps solidify my decision to not go to the gym today. Or, ya know, ever.

Happy Hump Day!

Hmmmmm… cheese.