I was watching a dog show on Animal Planet the other day, and I giggled every time the announcers called a female dog a “bitch.”

Marion, can  you make a fast food pact with me?
Don’t get up to the register and hem and haw about what you’re going to order. In fact, don’t get in line until you know whether you want a cheeseburger or a double cheeseburger. And don’t ask stupid questions about the size of drinks . Please [...]

It’s starting to get hot outside.  So hot that I don’t want to go home for lunch because the house is a sweat fest. I have no air.  I ventured out last night to get an air conditioner.  Got home to install it only to find that it would not sit properly in the window.  [...]

Big news! My hot girlfriend Heather Lowe (who you can now see in the header image on all the pages of the blog) is going to be writing posts for My Marion, too. Pretty cool, eh?

People keep on asking me if I’m going to the race, and I keep on going, “What race?”
I’m a bad hoosier. I’m not that interested in car racing, basketball, and breaded tenderloins rarely sound appetizing to me.