UNDER THE WILL… OVER THE DRAMA…

Tag: #Under The Will Over The Drama

  • Granny Frass on Bully and His Prepay Madness…

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    The Prepay King and the Shrinking Soul… Ah, so Bully’s at it again, splitting the house electricity from the farm like he’s some kind of almighty planner. As if you can lop off a branch of a tree and the tree won’t know. A farm isn’t a jigsaw puzzle, Mae, it’s blood, sweat, and the…

  • Farmageddon: Episode 100 in Bully Land…

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    Episode 100: The NPC Strikes Back 🎬 Previously, on Life in Bully Land… A funny thing is that I was waiting to post an epic one for the 100th Bully post, and he complied! Rust. Turf. Drama. A turf shed doubling as Jurassic Park. A villain who doesn’t twirl a mustache but does hoard prehistoric…

  • Mae, Medb, and Me.. Granny Frass comes through…

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    Granny Frass on the Name Mae… Well now, Mae… isn’t it gas how you think your name is just a neat little variation, like a shorter skirt on the same old dress? Don’t fool yourself. That name is stitched together with more thread than you know. Molly was mine, Mary after me, and Mae is…

  • How Ideas Find Me (Whether I Like It or Not)…

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    Where Do My Quare Ideas Come From? Someone asked me the other day where I get my quare ideas for my posts. Now, I wish I could tell you there was some grand, mystical process. I sit in a candlelit room, summoning the muses while wearing a flowing robe, and they whisper inspiration into my…

  • Message from Beyond -Granny Frass..

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    “Granny Frass Says: Step Away from the Clouds”… Well now, Mae girl… I’ve been keeping an eye on you this week, and I swear, your head has been spinning like the clothesline in a gale. You’ve been hopping from one thought to another so fast, I’m dizzy just watching. First, the weather. Lord save us,…

  • The Day a Butterfly Went Bargain Hunting…

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    When Butterflies Walk Through the Door… I was in the charity shop yesterday, doing my usual, folding, tidying, chatting away, when a butterfly just floated in through the door. Not in a hurry, not panicking like some stray wasp… no, this one was gliding like it owned the place. Last year, I saw none. Not…

  • Episode 99 – Field Guide to the Narcissistic Sociopath …

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    Field Guide to the Narcissistic Sociopath (Faurel Hill Variety)… Scientific Name: Egomax Controlus.Common Name: Bully.Habitat: Inherited property, family disputes, and anywhere rules are optional. Prefers environments where he can loom. Distinguishing Features: Inflated sense of self visible from 100 yards.Smirks when confronted, vanishes when accountable.Eyes scan for opportunity, not connection.Immune to empathy, sympathy, and basic…

  • Who’s Messing with the Big Tap in the Sky?…

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    You can say what you want, but I believe the weather here is controlled. Don’t give me the ‘It’s just the Atlantic’ spiel, I’ve lived under this sky long enough to know it’s not just random. My phone pings: ‘Rain stopping in 30 minutes.’ And sure enough, like clockwork, it stops. I barely have time…

  • The Stranger at The Funeral – Part 2 …

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    The Spin Cycle… The night after we buried Dad, it was just Bully Junior and me. I cracked open a bottle of wine and poured a glass for him. He said he wasn’t feeling well. We sat in silence. Not peaceful silence, just blank space. Grief. Tension. Avoidance. Then off he went to bed. I…

  • Under the Will… Over the Tea ☕

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    Two Mugs and a Bit of Peace… Yesterday I sat at my kitchen table with a proper mug of tea, not one of those delicate cups you have to pinch with your fingers and drink like you’re in Downton Abbey, a real, weighty mug you can wrap your hands around. It struck me that the…