Two hours and forty-seven minutes. Is this the cooking time for a pot roast? Is this the length of the Nutcracker at the local theater? Is that how long we spend lost on Facebook (or Instagram, or SnapChat, or Twitter…or…)? Nope. None of these. Two hours and forty-seven minutes was how long I slept last… Continue reading Winter is Coming: the Dog is cold, and the Cat is Indifferent
Are we done yet? I taste blood Wait, am I bleeding? Jeez! How hot is it in here? I can’t see I can’t feel my legs You want me to put my what where??? I’m all tingly! I can’t breathe! *Gasp *Cough Am I dying? Bad word! Bad word! Bad word! ^%*(%*$(*% Did this internal… Continue reading I Assume that the F-Bomb is an Inappropriate Mantra?
If you give a Mom a day off, she’s going to lay in bed. While she’s laying in bed, she’ll enjoy pancakes fed to her by an attentive husband and doting children. Then, she’ll realize she’s dreaming, wake up, and see cobwebs on the ceiling. She’ll hop out of bed to grab a broom. The… Continue reading If You Give a Mom a Day Off: Shiny Objects Part Two
Happy Monday! You are in for a real treat today as my awesome blogger buddy, Ned Hickson, fills in for me. Ned is a syndicated columnist with News Media Corporation. His first book, Humor at the Speed of Life, is available from Port Hole Publications, Amazon.com or Barnes & Noble. His book occupies a spot on my desk… Continue reading That time my daughter found Nemo–then ate him (A Freshly Pressed Encore by Ned Hickson)
“When hell freezes over” is a phrase reserved for the impossible, improbable and “no way” type situations. I’ve heard hubs say the words when I mention him in skinny jeans as well as every time I have predicted that the Royals were heading into the post season. Well, BD…read it and weep: Our cousin, Nancy, posted this Atlanta… Continue reading Is it just me, or is it freezing in here? (Royals baseball, baby!)