The wind is blowing so hard, my back door just swung open. Mind you, there is another door and a small, old-fashioned entryway where I hang coats and line up boots, between “outside” and the back door that creaked open. That means the wind muscled its way through the doggie door to push the heavier inner door ajar. The boys jumped from their fuzzy bed … Continue reading This blustery January day
I don’t know why I’m pretending to know any lyrics to the popular song beyond “hello,” but . . . hey! Hello! And not in that depressing, moaning Adele way, either! (Yeah, she’s great, but I feel like crawling under the covers every time she sings.) Just a quick note to say that I feel my funny bubbling up under the surface somewhere. It was … Continue reading Hello. It’s me.
I just realized that this won’t show up on Facebook when I’m done writing. I won’t post it on the Erma Bombeck Writers Workshop site (not many people pay attention there, anyway) or to betterafter50 or to the National Society of Newspaper Columnists site. If you see this, it’s because you chose to follow my blog. If you read it, you not only follow my … Continue reading Leaving Facebook for a while
The kit sat on a shelf in my pantry for more than a month. When is it ever a good time to collect a stool sample? I procrastinated. I flat out didn’t want to do it. Then the election results came in. Wednesday, November 9, 2016, seemed like a good day to shit in a box and mail it out into the world. And so … Continue reading Well, poo
After months of Trump- and Hillary-bashing, we’re finally days away from the election, and guess what? We’re really going to have to stop with the jokes and the screaming and the hateful alle… Source: It’s just about time to grow up, shut up, and play nice Continue reading It’s just about time to grow up, shut up, and play nice
After months of Trump- and Hillary-bashing, we’re finally days away from the election, and guess what? We’re really going to have to stop with the jokes and the screaming and the hateful allegations, folks. Like it or not – and there will be a boatload of people who do NOT like the outcome, either way – we are very soon going to be faced with … Continue reading It’s just about time to grow up, shut up, and play nice
Okay, I’m not really Bill Bryson. Obviously. But if I could magically become the female version of a beloved male writer, I would choose to be known far and wide as Bill Bryson’s funny female counterpart. (I’ll get to the Robert Redford reference in a minute.) If you haven’t read books by Bill Bryson, I’m going to suggest that you give this essay a … Continue reading Je suis Bill Bryson (and Robert Redford isn’t)
Little did I know when I bought this house a little over a year ago that having a pond (okay – call it a water feature; it’s small) in the back yard would turn me into a Marlin Perkins wannabe. I loved watching Wild Kingdom when I was a kid, but I’m not fond of camping or “roughing it,” so I never aspired to experience … Continue reading Wild Kingdom in my own back yard (and no alligators, thank you very much)
Oh dear oh dear oh dear oh dear! First, go right over and read the latest post written by my dear friend Kari Lynn Collins at One Funny Broad. Kari, is indeed one funny broad. Love her to pieces. But wait until you read her story about alligators and snakes. Oh, my goodness. I have been afraid of Florida ever since that video on … Continue reading Critters are creeping me out . . . of the country
I think it was Saturday morning that Mick alerted me to the fact that the barrier protecting the underside of the bedroom addition to our house had been breached. The first time critters sneaked under the addition (built on top of what had been a deck) was in late February. Unseasonably warm weather had prompted mating season for skunks and the potential for a … Continue reading Mick’s tough day at the office
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