Category Archives: categories can suck my dick

Before she died, Elizabeth Edwards — long a bold and fearless advocate for the poor, disenfranchised, and forgotten — revealed that she’d remained married to a man who betrayed her, lied to her, and publicly humiliated both herself and her … Continue reading →

Muffy and The Baby Goat, mulling the be-all and end-all choice of which magical Christmas tree to both adorn and adore, December 2010.

Sometimes I can’t believe that I get to know you brilliant, interesting people — to work with you, dream with you, laugh with you, be welcomed into your homes, be trusted with your secrets, to celebrate your successes as well … Continue reading →

Oh, and speaking about DOS BOSS CHIHUAHUAS…it just hit me: If our fuzzy little Necco Wafers were characters in “Valley of the Dolls”, Frances (The Elegant Debutante) would be Miss Anne Welles…and Pearl (The Feisty Can Can Dancer) would be … Continue reading →

I just leaned over and, out of nowhere, announced to my darling husband the latest random thought running through my head: “Hey, sweet piglet, I have the name of our new band: DOS BOSS CHIHUAHUAS.” He actually belly laughed out … Continue reading →

I am sitting here on the bed drinking coffee, listening to the rain, and knitting on my latest, inspired fibre creation. Gregory is next to me, typing furiously on a game of Weboggle, every cell in his body rising up … Continue reading →

Many thanks to my very good friend, Miss Becky Thyre, for coming up with the title of my upcoming memoir: The Booze, The Stench, and The Knife: The Muffy Bolding Story. May it be a bestseller, Miss Becky!

Now that I’ve had my salad, my medication, and my second cup of coffee, I’ve spent some real quality time knitting and really thinking about it…and, you know, I wouldn’t mind bangin’ around with both Billy Clinton AND Barry Obama … Continue reading →

Jon Stewart is the last honest man in America — and given my infamous penchant for and fetishization of brilliant Jew Boys…man, I’d SURE like to nail him. Let me be your GOY TOY…

From as far back as can be traced in the shiftless wreckage that is my ancestry, my kin have all been scrappers, grifters, rogues, and thieves. We tend to sport BILLY CLUBS or even an ACE OF CLUBS — not … Continue reading →