Adlene Neely Dealey
Adlene has been a real estate writer for the better half of a decade, but only recently came to CandysDirt.com to write our Wednesday WTF column. Have a doozy of a listing not fit for public consumption? She wants to see it.
I have been called many a thing — just last week, it was “evil” and (checks notes) “unfriendly,” and a few weeks ago, “someone who glorifies day drinking.” Clearly the latter was hurled by someone who has never taped a tea bag string to the inside of her wine mug so it looks like Earl…
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There has been a lot of completely weird things about living in a pandemic Dallas. People buying up all the toilet paper for no good reason. The fact that my neighbor has taken this “we’re not going anywhere so pants are optional” thing a little too far. The fact that it takes a psychic and…
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These days, you might want to go back in time when things were simpler and we could leave the house and not stalk Amazon Fresh delivery spots at midnight. How about all the way back to the ’80s? Today, we’d like to take you to Indian Wells, California, where we’ve found the ’80s motherlode. And…
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It’s day 333.9594teadfasd of this shelter in place thing, and I think I’m doing A-OK. I do have some questions though. You guys good with questions? First, I need to know if wine comes in anything bigger, like a water cooler. If not, why not? Somebody get on this. No really, why don’t they make…
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Listen, I have to tell you that we just got word that we’ll be homeschooling and avoiding people until May — maybe longer — but I have to tell you all that some of you are annoying the ever-loving mess out of me. But I also know there are no preventive measures for stupidity, so…
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