Even the everyday needs to have some sort of a standard eye-glaze inducing disclaimer to cover ass. But at least mine won't bore you (too much). And it's worth the mention...the only glazed thing a person should come across is a fresh, hot Krispy Kreme™ doughnut.

But, I digress.

These pixel-powered words are fueled with megawatts of love, experiences, and various additional resources including but not limited to the rumpus of the wild wild web, the Encyclopedia Britannica (what? you didn't buy the extended library collection of 1989?), and/or the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy. (Kidding. But maybe not.)

Let’s give a group nod to the fact I am not a licensed psychologist, health care professional, legal eagle, or even Oprah. (Though I do own a pretty impressive chocolate brown sofa, thankyouverymuch.) Keep your legit psychologists, other healthcare professionals, and/or legal eagles open for business and use them for intel on what's best for you. Or better yet, trust the best guru ever. )

These shared insights and colorful experiences of mine does not come with any guarantees and/or promises of wildly perfect things happening, such as the Richard Gere from "Pretty Woman" showing up at your place tonight. By visiting this site, you’re essentially signing a contract saying how you understand I make no guarantees and you won’t try to sue me or report me to the Ministry of Magic.

Because that would be awkward, right?!