Theresa O’Connor


it’s something to do on a Friday when you’re stuck at home sick.

Jimmy has forbidden me from going back to work until I’m 100% better. As I’m sure you can imagine, I’m not objecting. I am doing work from here though; that’s why Bomis pays my cable modem bill.

I’m listening to the mother of all the Behans sing “Whack For the Diddle” at some point in her very, very advanced years. What she sometimes lacks in tonality she makes up for with sheer gusto. She changes the chorus quite intentionally; if you don’t know the song, you’ll catch on when the audience starts cracking up and swearing.