Dear Ms. Pot,
Next weekend, my office is having a pool party. First, I just have to say: office + pool parties = bad combo. (Do I really need to see my manager in his bathing suit? Or—shudder—Bob in accounting?)...
Tiffany and I decided to see the Seattle-Tacoma area at its best, so September takes us to the Evergreen State. Most of the tourists are gone and the weather is perfect. Who are the ding-a-lings claim it is always gray...
Dear Ms. Pot,
I’m a philosophy professor at a school in the middle of cow country. There are two bars dominated by underage students, one Chinese restaurant, and a nice little inn where you can get a decent glass of wine...