The day your love language is “acts of plumbing”
As we removed old brown wax from the toilet flange, I realized that my husband’s project was also mine. Continue reading The day your love language is “acts of plumbing”
Category: Humor
Really? I have to describe humor? Let’s put the stories that land squarely in the Humor category. Laugh out loud funny. Or those already tagged humor or humorous.
Shear terror? One way to kill a frog
I don’t like spiders and snakes — or frogs, actually, especially ones too close for comfort. Continue reading Shear terror? One way to kill a frog
Have to drink and run? Not fun
A “prepper for a colonoscopy” is merely a pooper, stockpiling nothing, flushing everything. Continue reading Have to drink and run? Not fun
An argument for communication…
How I was forced to communicate my frustration with someone’s lack of communication. Continue reading An argument for communication…
As a result of her death, the missing begins
She will miss wrinkles and arthritis, her daughters marrying, her grandchildren growing, and getting old with her husband. And we will all miss her. Continue reading As a result of her death, the missing begins
Hindsight is, indeed, 20/20…
Looking back on what we had considered difficulties, we often gain the perspective of hindsight… Continue reading Hindsight is, indeed, 20/20…
When Trouble is a teenager and acts just like one
Our cat is like a teenager who shows up when she wants — and doesn’t when she doesn’t… Continue reading When Trouble is a teenager and acts just like one
Did you have a nice trip?
I fell, sprawled on hands and knees — but no scrapes, no bruises, just a wrenched back that I optimistically thought might have been moved into alignment. Continue reading Did you have a nice trip?
Keep the girls covered…
It might be American culture or simply our locker room’s culture, but our unwritten rules clearly indicate that nakedness is a transitory state. Continue reading Keep the girls covered…
Snarky and hush…
A part of being snarky makes me hush. In that reflective hush, I can explore my motivation, tame my words, or simply stop the post. Continue reading Snarky and hush…
Power to the people, not to the parents
Sometimes our son misses our power. Such as the night before we lost ours when he lost his. Continue reading Power to the people, not to the parents
“Sara’s birthday’s in the house”
Sara’s birthday’s in the house. Or gym. Or office. Wherever. Today. Continue reading “Sara’s birthday’s in the house”
Today’s workout goal? No sweat!
The reason was this: I had walked into the nearly empty locker room before 6 this morning in time to hear a woman in a wet swimsuit say, “The showers are closed?” Continue reading Today’s workout goal? No sweat!
Driving away the vacation lament…
As I reflect now on my vacation, I realize that it was good and it is over and all is well. Continue reading Driving away the vacation lament…
Begin with vacation in mind…
Begin with the end in mind doesn’t mean focus on the end so much as to focus on making the most of the time before the end. Continue reading Begin with vacation in mind…
A matter of perspective…
I couldn’t help but feel sorry with him for the years he had wasted. And recognize my own years wasted on insecurities, when I might have simply chosen a different frame. Continue reading A matter of perspective…
The Scrooge of summer…
Ah, the 4th of July, when you celebrate in hot, buggy humidity along with everyone else and their brother’s vehicle on the road. Yay. Or bah humbug. Continue reading The Scrooge of summer…
Let the empty nest begin…
I have entered that period so many lament: the empty nest. My five children have left me one by one. But rather than lament it, I say… Continue reading Let the empty nest begin…
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