I already demonstrated yesterday that I’m a bad, non card-sending daughter. So, I’ll add to my evil reputation by telling a Mother’s Day story. A funny Mother’s Day story. Well, I think it’s funny. My Mother will probably come after me with the retro black plastic salad fork. (The salad fork being the corporal punishment [...]
Well, I ain’t never been the Hallmark type. When I actually sent Christmas cards a couple of years ago, my family knew I must be ill. For someone who writes, you’d think I could get Happy Birthday wishes in the mail without Xanax. But somehow I always fall victim to greetingis carditis – I can’t [...]
When I was a kid, I thought recreational vehicles must all have swimming pools on their roofs. Why else would there be a ladder going up there?
spar-kle [spahr-kuhl]
–verb (used without object) to be brilliant, lively, or vivacious.–noun (used without capitalization) my match.com screen moniker
I chose “sparkle” because “Bubbly” sounded like Barbie’s sister, “Chipper” harkened to a inspired modus operandi for body disposal (a la “Fargo”), and the little munchkins in funny hats on my breakfast cereal snagged “Snap, Crackle and Pop” [...]
Proof that I still have contact with the blonde side – I forgot my coat again. Since the elevator monitor kindly advised that today’s high tech color Doppler radar identified a “chance of showers”, I’m probably okay. In Seattle, “chance of showers” is to the weather as “punt” is to football. But [...]
When I was a kid I wanted to be blind so I could have a seeing eye dog.
Today’s post functions as a sort of cyber string around my finger. Consider my April calendar. April 1-4 in Baltimore. Return from Baltimore needing a lung transplant and sporting a triple digit temperature. Recover to 80% and fly to Bend. Return from Bend in time to pack for Eugene. Spend a week in Eugene, return [...]