Can’t we all go home? I’m allergic to jail, too! . . . Cool, Paris is getting a new fashion accessory! I suppose the ankle bracelet would’ve been the better choice from the beginning, but you really look tougher on crime when you throw someone like her in jail for a bit. I’m guessing the […]
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Another year older and yes, deeper in debt. Fortunately, there’s no company store to sell my soul to. Not only is it my birthday today, but I’ve seen three new signs of spring: 1) The wasps and yellowjackets are swarming everywhere, 2) the dandelions are now in full bloom and 3) the ants are trying […]
As threatened promised, here are pictures. Jennie really needs to work on cleaning this place occasionally. And I need to quit playing with my Sawzall. By the end of the day, we were all ready for martinis. Fortunately, the boy-child holds his liquor well . . . *** Note to paranoid and annoying uptight people: […]
I feel sorry for the Sears repairman, I really do. He’s here about once every two months to clean out the filter on our dishwasher. I could do it myself if they’d just supply a manual that shows how to disassemble the thing. Or Sears could supply a dishwasher that doesn’t require that you wash […]
A whole week ahead of me with no travel or work! I got in yesterday afternoon at 3pm and haven’t really done much since. Tomorrow I start on Spring Madness, which in my case involves mowing and mulching and pruning and all sorts of other fun around-the-house and in-the dirt work. I’ve shut off my […]
I don’t ever want to live here again, but there was definitely a certain excitement driving from the airport to my hotel. It was cool but comfortable. I think it’s the Pacific. I felt it as we landed, when I opened my eyes, looked out the window and saw we were skimming over the bay. […]
Once again, I have several entries written down somewhere on yellow notepads, but no idea where I tossed the pads. Grrr . . . okay, time to move on. Yes, I am finally home, and willing to show the awesome power of the “Army of Bun.” Supreme commander: The troops: I’m so pretty . . […]
I celebrated Easter on Long Island today, a continent away from my children. No hiding of eggs or sharing of chocolate. No hugs, no peeps, no hurt feelings because the girl-child found all the eggs, or the boy-child stomped her eggs. On the plus side, I did get to spend Easter with my mother, grandmother […]
